I haven't posted much lately. The old, if you don't have anything nice to say, don't blog anything at all. That's where I've been, and honestly, where I still am. I'm in the same boat as tons of other people, but it feels very personal and painful to me. I still haven't found a job. I was lulled by a lot of false hope and thought that I didn't need to be looking, that I was a few rubber stamps away from employed. I was even being "trained," for whatever that's worth after volunteering for nearly a year. Last Monday, I was told that my status was low on the priority list and that I should continue to be patient. Long story short, I decided to take my toys and go home.
The first afternoon I cried and cried and felt sorry for myself. Okay, I was downright morose. I'm back at it, though. I have to think that someone will appreciate the experience I have. I have a fair amount for someone at this early point in my career. I work hard and I would never, ever steal staples. I want to work so bad and I have faith that the right opportunity will come eventually.
The hardest thing for me is the let down from where I thought I was. I really, really loved the work I was doing and felt (and feel) called to do it, probably more than some who already do. I loved the people I worked with. Leaving makes it feel like all of the sacrifices I made by volunteering so long weren't worth it. Making matters worse, it's forced Craig to make a lot of sacrifices, too. In a lot of ways, more than me. That hurts.
I'm past it, though. That opportunity may still turn out to be viable, but in the meantime, I'm hustling like always. I'm wallpapering the law offices of the Greater Memphis area with my resume. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.....