Virtual Death

I spent my wee morning hours contemplating virtual suicide. You know, the kind where you completely walk away from the virtual world. No more facebook. Business email only. End of the blog era. I wondered if anyone would notice and I wondered if I would even care. Then, in the midst of the mental note that I was writing to leave behind, my husband walked in the bedroom bearing gifts of eggs, toast, coffee, and a smile. My first thought as he left me with my treasures and walked back out the door?

I need to update my facebook status.
Apparently my virtual demise would not have lasted for long.
Guess I'll be sticking around for a while.

I suffered through yet another job rejection yesterday. I know that some of you might be thinking, What is wrong with this girl that she can't seem to land a job? Trust me, I've thought the same thing. I've had people look over my resume. I'm all about constructive criticism. I think the problem is just that I am one of many in a flooded unemployment state. The latest no thank you reply cited the fact that I don't have enough framed certificates on my ego wall; in other words, I lack the required education. Looks like I have entered the realm where experience counts for nothing. My response was probably a bit immature, but it made me feel better nonetheless. I simply presented my opinion regarding the reason for being passed by and wished them well. I am tired of nodding my head politely and walking away.

Anyway, yesterday's events were the reason, I'm sure, for my lousy mood and the subsequent breakfast-in-bed episode this morning. I gotta admit, it's very hard to lay around and feel sorry for yourself when you've got a husband who is so darn nice. I ate his breakfast, took a shower, and greeted the kids (whom he also rolled out of bed early on a Saturday morning). I'm starting to think their day is not as great as mine. In fact, I know it's not. Their computer is acting up, we're out of toilet bowl cleaner, someone can't find their swimming shorts, and I'm suppose to have all the answers. Why, yes. It does make me laugh to myself. It's so nice to have them all home.

If I could just stay away from those job boards, I would probably be all right.
Maybe I should spend the energy instead on writing a book.
No framed diplomas needed for that.

Any suggestions?