Wow, I had no idea it's been so long since I last posted.  I got so immersed in the despair of joblessness, that it finally made me not just dedicated, but frantic, to find a job and quick, goddammit.  I've been driving all over the place, from interview to meeting, faxing and emailing my resume all over the region.  I signed up with Manpower, have been more thoroughly combing HotJobs.com, have sifted the want ads, and have been staking out corporate parks and fancy clubs.  I'm still in the process of calling everybody I've worked with or had some kind of contact with in the past couple years, and some of that might pay off.  Oh, and I met with a headhunter today, a dear acquaintance I'd not spoken to in awhile and didn't even know he was in the business.
    I have some good leads, and I will have SOMEthing of SOME kind soon.  I can't hope for ideal, but sure hope it's good, or something I can make good.
    Lotta "I"s in those two paragraphs.
    Last night I had a confusing dream, something about love blossoming between me and Roberto Begnini, and when the closeness began to get quite close, he became a sort of amalgam of all the people I have loved in the past, but I felt like I was cheating on them in being with him.  It was so strange and confusing, a rush and a despair.  When I woke, I was left with the feel and the smell and the impression of the most wonderful skin.  Pale skin on a broad back, and billion light freckles...
    
    Saw a most clever use of a hearse in a funeral procession yesterday.  The hearse was coming out of a drive, making a left into a four-lane street, and it was stopped diagonally across the farthest two lanes, blocking the flow of traffic from right to left, as all the cars in the procession came out of the drive to make that left.  After the last car passed, the hearse then unblocked the lanes, and took the left lane to pass the entire procession and reclaim its place in the lead.  Combination casket wagon and roadblock.  And man could that thing boogie.  Took off like a rocket to catch up.
    
    I haven't written because by the time I get done all the running around looking for work, gather up my children, buy whatever groceries we need and can afford, feed the little monsters, shepherd my oldest one through his homework (the hardest part of all), and get them into bed, I have just enough energy to research the latest job postings and email some resumes and contact letters, then drag my pitiful ass to bed.
    Oh, c'mon.  Hire me.  Please???