Ever had one of those days or weeks? Well, I'm having one of those years - multiple years. It seems like every time I turn around, something else happens.

Today, I had another interview. I'm already interviewed out. I have had so many that I can't remember when, where, and with who. This one was with a company out in Seattle, a place that I have had a pull to move to. I'm tired of Birmingham, and I'm tired of the South.

I have been in Birmingham for over 5 and half years, and this year has really tried my patience. I have been laid off twice in 10 months and now I can't find a job. I have been jobless since the beginning of July and all my attempts at finding gainful employment have been fruitless.

Not only that, but my roommate's dog ate one of my books and its cover. I'm so mad I could spit, throw something, smash something or beat something.

So, here is my rant. It's like Birmingham is all amped up to do SEO and then all of a sudden, they disengage. They don't feel it's all that important and it goes on the back burner. This city is built on mediocrity and oozes it in everything that they do. From hiring some sewer guy at $500 an hour to fix the sewer debacle, to politicians padding their pockets with the hard earned money of the tax payers. Rampant corruption and an inability to change and move forward is the disease of this town. And I want out.

I give up. I'm broke. I'm tired. I don't want to do anything but sleep the day away and hope that tomorrow never comes. I'm sick of this shit. How can I be excited to do anything when all I get is knocked down by something else? Where is the beauty in that?

I so want a job so bad that it consumes me everyday. I'm constantly looking on the internet and asking friends only with nothing. Just interviews, and that's it. Sometimes, I wish I had never moved here and just stayed in So Cal. Ugh, but it's a choice that I made and that I have to overcome. Hope is all I have left and even that is fading fast.

Anyhow... that's just what's going on right now. Bleah.

~~empy.