Unemployed

Well, this is the end of my third week home and I'm still unemployed. A good friend of mine, Mr. R, had a job lined up for me with his construction crew, though that ended up falling through by no fault of his. The other job I've been waiting to hear back from has had me on edge for the past week; waiting with baited breath and pricked ears for a phone call telling me that I've got the job because I'm far more qualified than the other applicant, because he's a wet-behind-the-ears high school kid who won't be able to start full time for almost another month, even though he's willing to work for less than I am.

Argh.

I can honestly say that sometimes I dislike being qualified for a specific job and thus being over qualified for most other jobs. The fact that there are next to no jobs in Michigan right now doesn't help matters. I shouldn't say that exactly; farm labor is always called for, though most Michigan youths are too high-and-mighty to spend the summer working in a field. They'd rather let the migrants and illegal immigrants do the work because they're willing to do that sort of hard labor for little pay. I guess that I might seem to be supporting a double standard, ridiculing those who won't do the work while giving the impression that I won't do it either. Truth is, I have worked in the fields. One summer I picked peaches, and that's hot, hard work. Honest work though. When I get right down to it, I would be willing to pick fruit or asparagus this summer.

I'll find something. Hopefully I'll hear something back by tomorrow.