Staying positive can be difficult, especially when you are unemployed. I’ve been job hunting since February when the CEO for the company where I worked told me it was time to part ways. I’ve redone my resume a dozen times trying to make it more appealing. I have applied for stuff and been told I’m overqualified even though it’s so close to my last job you’d think it was the same employer posting it. (It’s not) I’ve also applied for other stuff in areas that overlap, trying the whole ‘expand what you’re willing to do’ approach. In short, you name it, I’ve applied for it.
Last week, I was riding a high following some good contacts made, and a decent interview that looked promising. Today, not so much.
I haven’t talked much about this stuff and I’m not going to start now (sorry if you thought I was), except to say, it would be very easy to climb into bed, cover up, and sleep the day away. Or just not get out of bed in the morning. But I don’t do that. I get up, I shower, I make coffee, I sit my butt in the desk chair, boot up the laptop and see what new things are available that I can apply for. A few folks hear the grumbling, and for them, I am grateful to have an ear to bend and a shoulder to lean on. But I know that no one wants to hear someone going on all the time about how rough they have it. Everyone is having rough times right now.
So. I take my lumps. I have my moment of doubt and depression, and then I open up the job boards again and see what’s new. I apply for everything that makes even a lick of sense. And I try to stay positive. Even on days when ‘positive’ is so far from where I’m standing I can’t see it.