Babbles of a Lover and a Fighter

The other week, I started as a room service food runner and hostess at a hotel sports bar here in Austin.  A far cry from digital micromirror device tweaking and retinal sampling, I find it difficult and challenging in other ways.  Knowing the menu front and back, picking up what “86″ and “on the fly” mean, and walking (literally) miles up and down floors in one night are just a few things that need getting used to.  I actually really enjoy the fast pace, giving good service, and making patrons feel welcome and important.  I think this is something I’m pretty good at and pick up on very quickly.

But recently, yet another friend of mine found a job in his field, and it just tugged at my heartstrings.  Why not me?  Why, after eight months of searching, haven’t I been able to find a job in something on which I spent 4 years and thousands upon thousands of dollars?

The recession could be the one to blame, but I take full responsibility.  Maybe I’m not trying hard enough.  Maybe I’m not really putting 100% into this job search.  Maybe I’m not proactive enough, forward enough, aggressive enough.  Or maybe I’m just never at the right place at the right time.  Whatever the reason, I know I am trying my best, but it’s difficult to not become disheartened.  Eight months is a long time to keep your chin up.  Eventually, your neck starts hurting.