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a while back i mocked those sitting in the library mid-afternoon as people that are generally unemployed or entirely unemployable.

now that i find myself one of them; it's not so bad. serves me right. mind you, i sort of saw this coming so i prepared with anticipation.

trying to find meaningful is pretty bleak these days. seeking out government work just compounds these things.

countless of cover letters and resume have been sent out to just about every ontario ministry. one call back thus far that proved doomed from the get go. so the search continues. even a brief contemplation of applying for an internship in aylmer ontario; until i realized it's an amish community and settling into the town would be a bit of a challenge. in the end, common sense won over the need to work.

i even applied at my old place of employment as a sort of intermittent job. ironically, i went back to school to find something better than what i was doing and going back was solely for a weekly paycheck.

which i think they called back the next morning around 10am but since my cell phone was on silent, lacks call display and no voicemail, i have no way of proving it. that's how professionals roll yo. i tried to contact them to no avail and was thoroughly pissed they called (potentially) that early in the day. should they not know the unemployed generally sleep till the noon hour?? it's only common courtesy to call in the afternoon when there is a greater chance of being up already.

so the job hunt carries on; luckily ottawa jobs are springing up again so that door isn't entirely closed off yet.

on the bright side, all those down time gives me plenty of time to find new music. mos def has a new solid record, drum n' bass in general is solid music, pearl jam's new tune is bleh, and work out partner at the gym had killer tips until he found out he's going to jail this weekend. darn.


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