Dear Job Search Sites,

When I signed up for your services, I was under the impression that you would not only find me some sweet jobs in my field, but that you might also offer me some related jobs and hopefully land me one in the same.
Had I known that I would be receiving all sorts of emails every day, offering me jobs in India and fraudulent 'work from home' opportunities, I really wouldn't have wasted my time.
In short, I and many others out there in unemployment land are qualified, ready, willing and able to jump behind the plow and earn for companies and employers that are searching for us and sort consider it an insult that you're not doing your job as it was intended.
It's like a matchmaker who is supposed to find me the ideal woman and in turn only gives me the best salsa recipe I've ever had.
I'm disappointed in all of you and you should all hang your heads in shame. I see the same jobs stay on your sites after they've been filled, I see the same jobs between all of you that all won't respond when I've applied to them.
I know that I'm good enough for them, I'd just like to read that the position is filled, or that someone fresh out of college will work for less. At least then, I would have a bit more faith in all of you.
To that end, I pose a suggestion to all of you.
IF you were to liberally coat one of your hands with Vaseline and with your free hand direct your outtie organs from your waist to the opening at just about the same height in the back, after you've greased it up with said Vaseline, I would greatly appreciate it.
I've been working the system long enough and HATE that I have to rely on Social programs to live. I consider it a smack in the face that your companies receive money for the ads along the borders of the pages that I click through and literally pray that I'll apply to something that will grant me enough money to pay for this month's rent and hopefully a little something to distract my children from the fact that as qualified as I am, I can't seem to get employed. No matter the number of applications and follow ups that I do.
I may have to become a soldier again and give up my pen and it breaks my heart. I have more to offer my children and the world than a ready rifle in a weaver stance and a body to throw on the pile fighting a war based on misguided principles, shoddy intelligence and political gains.

Lucky?

Well, I've still been scratching and clawing at making things work for me and trying to get me to be able to work for someone else.
I recently had some opportunities to brush off the old designing cobwebs and do some design work.
Started small, with a card for a baby shower for some friends, and then a logo for a production company for another friend, then all of sudden, I'm busy for a few days designing logos for a landscaping company, then for an insurance company, and hopefully more logos get to come my way soon!
It's be nice if I could make a living out of designing logos from the comfort of my home and get paid well for it!
On any other front besides the job front though, I'm falling short. I spend a lot of days in my city walking at the park, or downtown, or just in my apartment talking to people on line as I look for more work. Thumbs down.
I'm ignored by Keri constantly, I got to see Matt for the first time in three months two weeks ago and haven't spoken to him since.
I'm slowly getting depressed, but I can't give up hope. I can only regain momentum and energy and reach higher instead of getting down.
It sucks really bad, but what can I do but try higher?