The clouds opened this morning and for the rest of the day proceeded to pour down buckets all the way from Sacramento to the bay area. I met with the organist of the Arden Congregational Church, where I'll be subbing this weekend; she was late on account of the bad visibility on the freeway, and I couldn't stay to practice on account of the power going out in the church.
Being unemployed is starting to get depressing. I'm bored, and I remain isolated in the house because I don't feel like I can afford to spend the money on gas to get me out to see people. I've gotten paid for a few odd jobs lately, but I'm tired on having to cross my fingers and wait.
Applying for jobs is like applying for college all over again. So much effort goes into each application and after a while it starts to feel a little futile. The first few times you get a rejection -- and sometimes with the job market it's even worse because they often don't respond, even to tell you no -- it's easy enough to shrug it off and not take it personally. Around the 6th time you start to wonder what's wrong with you. I know that it's just the economy; everyone I complain to reminds me that there are six people vying for every one open position. Unfortunately that doesn't make it less discouraging.
I do love a good rainstorm, though, especially as it gives me an excuse to wear my new rainboots (
awesome!). So not all is bad.