Be vewy vewy quiet... I'm hunting jobs..

Yes, my friends. The job hunt it on.

I woke up this morning two and a half hours early. I put on my nicest piece of jewlery and a cute flattering skirt. I put on enough makeup to make myself look more appealing and shoes that didn't fit quite right (my feet are impossible to shop for and therefore must spread themselves out in the few dress shoes I own so that the backs don't slip off the feel). I hauled my cute butt into a car with less than a quarter of a tank of gas and an orange light alerting me of low coolant and prayed it would take me to Vanderbilt.

I even left an hour early in anticipation, which is lucky because I did cruise around Music Row until I turned around in the right direction, all while praying my car didn't run out of gas until I got home. And then I walked in to talk to a man who will inevitably call me in 3 to 5 days to tell me they "went in a different direction". In other words, I am one of thirty becuase jobs are hard to come by, friends, and every twenty something ladder climber knows it.

If this were a movie, my actor-husband would tell me not to worry and that I should take this opportunity and fufill my dreams. My actor-children would jump up and down and squeal that they are right behind me. And somehow, without a job, I would miraculously be approved for a loan to open my own restaurant or something. And the whole family would be right behind me. There'd even be a camera shot of my two year old clumsily and endearingly attempting to sweep my restaurant with an oversized broom.

But this isn't a movie. In real life, my boyfriend smiles tightly when I complain that I'm tired of date night consisting of a movie and my parents' couch. In real life, my mother's tone rings in my head from when she told me that I could live with her as long as I had a job. In real life, I am faced with the fact that this is the first time in five years I've gone more than two weeks without a job.

Although I have five years of customer service and excellent references, I am an Undesirable. At least that's what has been the result of the last seven job interiews in the last two weeks.