I realized, as I was staring at my blog earlier today, that I haven’t updated my sidebar since the blog was kneehigh to a grasshopper. You may notice, over the next week or so, some new additions. Like, a LOT of new additions. I’ve added a new category called “Oracles” with links to some of the podcasts I listen to. Not all the links will be knitting related, but most will. If you would like to be listed but don’t see yourself there yet, drop a comment and I’ll ad you as I can.
I’d do more tonight but my wrists, they are killing me. I finished the Hot Waffles Hat for my brother, but pics will have to wait until there’s actual LIGHT around. Also, a bath might be good for it before it gets it’s picture taken. Knits can be so darn *picky* that way.
I applied for nine jobs today alone, which brings my total for the week to…drumroll…thirty-one. Woo? This doesn’t count the phone calls or emails to recruiters…those are separate and unique positions. I could really, really use one of them right now. Or, you know, like yesterday.
Did I mention I’d have a Schacht Matchless single treadle up for sale? I think it’s time I let this one go. I don’t want to, but I need to. I need to dig around and find a couple of things before I show it to anyone though. I hope to do that tomorrow.
Getting out of bed is exponentially harder with every day that passes and I can’t pay rent. I am actively avoiding the landlady…I don’t know what to tell her. Oddly enough, she’s not interested in hearing that the WA State Unemployment appeals process takes an average of six weeks. She doesn’t want to hear that I can’t even land the $14.00/hr front desk job at the chiropractor’s office because they’re afraid I’ll leave as soon as a better offer comes up (uh, duh?). I can’t seem to get anyone from even the TEMP agencies to give me a call back.
In my entire twenty years of working, I’ve never had this much trouble getting a job. I’ve never, since I started working 20+ hours a week before I was even a teenager, NOT been able to land something so I could take care of myself.
The end of the rope at which I have been dangling for months is dangerously frayed.







