People,

If by some act of god my profession had to be searching for a job I think that maybe I would have to call it a day, pack my possessions in a handkerchief, paint a sad clown face on myself and go be a hobo. I mean, I really hate it.

The worst part to me is not the applying, it's more the waiting for anything good at all to come of all the hard work. I've literally been sitting around my house for over a week just waiting for one word - a whisper even - to come back to me from the dozens of inquiries I've sent out. At this point I don't even care if the response is that I should have been left on a mountaintop as an infant; it still would be better than nothing.

Today I'm feeling like the score is World 1763524516768, Joe 0. Damn, the world has some good power forwards, doesn't it?