Analogies, Schmanalogies ...

After logging onto blogger, I noticed my keyboard is rather dusty. I suppose that's what happens when one bypasses the personal confuser more often. *sheepish grin*

A lot has been going on the home front. Nothing new there, actually. I've been on tenterhooks more than usual, mainly due to the lack of a job. I have been at the pc, perusing the local employment ads and local job recruiting agencies online. Nothing else has been able to keep my attention. I was hesitant to log onto blogger for that period of time, afraid I'd become mired down in self pity while rambling on about the unemployment predicament.

In relation to the situation, it wasn't easy to come to terms with the notion we needed financial assistance. I've never been one to ask for help. Period. I knew I wasn't going to go alone, feeling dh and I needed one another in order to apply for food assistance. Surprisingly, people were very helpful. It's just a matter of swallowing the pride, realizing it's better to swallow something more flavorful and sustaining to the body.

I kept hedging while trying to apply for unemployment insurance, thinking, "I'll have a job before resorting to this." Yes, I'm rolling my eyes at that statement. The jobs simply aren't there. The realization finally sunk in that the recession has struck much harder than expected. I finally broke down and applied. I haven't received my first weekly payment yet, but part of me still doesn't want it. I suppose it's stubbornness, pride, and the lingering sensation of independence which are attempting to prevail over my sense of rationalism. It's a temporary solution while searching for employment.

Just as one breaks a leg, the crutch is there to help until the injury heals.

Listening to: MZ Disco by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult

Image courtesy of Harlan's Portfolio .