I fell in to a burning ring of fire/I went down down down and the flames went higher

Oh yes, it's been a couple of daya. There was nothing good about Monday (well, that's not entirely true, but I'll get to that) and I was in no mood to try to wrench a happy thought out of my mope. Because I was impetuous and mentioned here, and to friends, that I submitted some pieces for an art show, it was perhaps more painful when I found out I didn't get in. So, my embarrassment is very public and that just made it feel a little worse. Pile on top of this the fact that the organizers didn't actually bother to inform me of receipt of my submission nor my exclusion from the show (they just posted the accepted artists on the website. contrary to their call for art in which they specified they would contact prospective participants by a certain date). And on Monday morning, Steve asked me to redouble my job search efforts before we go broke.

So, it was quite a day. Unemployed and a failed artist. *sigh* I spent a lot of time crying. I think I got dehydrated. I went through about 20 tissues. It was a hoot.

The bright spot was that I have friends and loved ones (wait, aren't those the same thing?) who don't judge me based on my failures or successes but who continue to support and encourage me no matter what (well, I won't actually test that 'no matter what' part, or at least I don't intend to). Yesterday was much better. More friends, more support and the kind of chat with the Scottish Correspondent that can steer the tenor of the day in a more blissful direction.

In the meantime, I've applied for a dozen or so, maybe more, jobs ranging from something to do with pets in Illinois to temp agencies to a 'jack of all trades' posting that I think is for some sort of religious publication (only found this out after the fact) to regular secretarial gigs. If I throw enough resumes out there, will something stick?