Ugh. This morning I have to drive to the state "Economic Security" office, 15
miles or so away, just to convince them that yes, I am still unemployed, yes, I am
really looking for a job, and yes, they should keep sending me those piddly little
checks, for six months or however long they're willing to so. With luck, I'll get
a job soon and won't have to find worry about whether there's an extension. Given
the current job climate, there damned well should be.
This is a bit
of a clothing challenge; clearly I need to look professional and serious, but not
too prosperous. ("Yes, I really want a job and I am a trustworthy professional
anyone would want to hire....but I still want that state money meanwhile.") I
settled on the narrow black-and-white tweedish pants from a suit I splurged on in
my spending spree last winter, when I needed cold-weather business clothes, with a
black jewel-necked fitted jersey top, otherwise known as a glorified T-shirt, and
restrained jewelry. At least it's comfortable.
I fully expect today's
appointment to be dreary, perhaps with some patronizing thrown in, if they decide
to critique my resume, but at least it's sandwiched between yesterday's haircut
and tomorrow's viewing of Harry Potter.
Oh, and a smidgen of rowing
news: despite DI's promise to extend the current rowing session because of its
raised price and bad timing, the city is starting (has started) a new session
running from November 7 to somewhere in January. It was hard to determine this,
since the online schedule is buggy and can't be downloaded, but Unknown Legend
forwarded the info to me, after a marathon conversation yesterday (she's nice, but
chatty). I imagine half the group will skip this, just because they'd miss so much
with the holidays. Meanwhile, I had said I'd drop out after the current session,
so as of now, I am rowing on my own or with the other local club.