Unemployment is no longer fun.
I mean, cripes! Why is it so cripes darn difficult to find a job?
Yet another interview ended with a vague "thanks for your time, but we're pursuing other candidates" email.
A friend of mine recommended that I try to be of the mind that perhaps I was just too qualified to be doing drone work. It can be hard, though, to not feel as if you're a bit of a failure for not even being able to land a job a trained monkey could do.
With my film degree, it might be time for me to actively look for jobs in the porn biz. I could edit the living daylights out of those poorly-conceived mish-moshes of fleshy bits and choppy camerawork. Seriously. I could be the creative genius behind the Citizen Kane... of dicks.
