One year and counting

Today is the first anniversary of my unemployment. I went to work as usual and by 10 a.m., I was back home and unemployed. I thought it would be a tough row to hoe, but that in the end I would have found some sort of employment by now. I was sadly mistaken. I even stopped applying for work as an editor, thinking I would have a better chance as a part-time receptionist or general office help. Nobody wanted me, no how, no way. Frankly, I've been depressed since losing out on an opportunity in April for a job that had mine name written all over it. I don't know what I did to blow that interview, but I did something. Since then I have been concentrating on simple office jobs, but as I said, the pickings are slim. Now, I really need some form of employment with the economy in the toilet, and major appliances in my house disintegrating before my very eyes. In the greater scheme, it's not what you know but who you know and it seems that not only don't I know many people, but those I do know, wouldn't throw water on me if I was on fire. Well, tomorrow is another day, which is what I've been saying since this nightmare began.