A productive and yet non-productive day.

I scoured Craig's List for jobs, any halfway decent jobs, even jobs in San Francisco that would be a hellish daily commute. The good news is that I found something like 30+ different jobs to apply to, everything from Director of Media at the Exploratorium (cool, but a hellish commute) to some nude art model gig. And of course, some web design jobs thrown in that actually fit my resume/career path. But I'm not picky these days. I like having time off, but I'm kind of interested in a paycheck right now.

The bad news is that now I need to write 30+ cover letters that will probably disappear into the vapors of email and never return, never bear fruit. That's the part that sucks. I spend so much time writing great cover letters, but there are always a few absolutely stellar individuals with Ph.Ds from Harvard or something, and they take all the jobs. I keep joking that Bill Gates is fucking up my life by applying for all the jobs I want. He always gets them of course. He does it just to piss me off.

Lisa came over around 12:30pm, then Ed came over about 15 minutes later. Three unemployed people, we hung out on the patio and rapped about everything from elder care to photography. It was cool. People don't usually take the time to sit around and chat like that when they have jobs. Everyone is either in too big a hurry 24/7 or else they're wiped out, zombie-like from the daily grind. For that I like being unemployed and having friends who are unemployed. People are becoming real again. They have time to come over for lunch and hang out for a few hours...connect to the rest of the human race, air ideas and opinions. It's nice. It's almost like being in a foreign country, living like this. So un-American.