Three Months - That's how

Three Months - That's how long I've been out of work.

Now bear in mind, I'm not one of those people who likes being out of work. Truth be told, I'm a bit of a workaholic. I've had to moderate that impulse quite a bit in the last few years; raising kids'll do that, if you're a lucky workaholic.

And I'm not totally out of work; I've picked up a few freelance contracts that have stretched my unemployment a bit. And I'm here to testify, looking for work is a fulltime gig; I've probably sent out 250 resumes in the last three months.

But the fact is, I've been job-hunting nonstop for three months, and it's starting to show.

I have three fairly solid job leads right now; one that I interviewed for on Valentines Day, that absolutely wants to hire me, but the budget still hasn't been approved; one that popped up two weeks ago and is still developing; and the one with the nearly-eight-hour second interview last week. The latter is being incredibly persnickety, interviewing a rolling cattlecall of human factors and usability people. If I end up finishing second of 12 candidates...well, it's still finishing second. Granted, the interview seemed to go very well, but...blah. There are a few other possibilities, but nothing worth talking about.

They say to remember "you are not your job". True. But I'm starting to identify pretty closely with my lack of job, and that can't be a good thing.