Sophia Ferrel, 32, having last week considered the class issues involved in rejecting certain jobs out of hand, now writes that she's starting to consider new employment options.

Writing this blog has made me reflect on what I am doing with my time and how many jobs I am applying for… without response. This self-reflection is depressing me. I don’t know if I would have been worried right now had I not had to write about it once a week. The Slog has cracked the façade.

Watched the news and they were saying: “Now is the time to invest! Now is the time to buy stocks! Cars! Houses!” Which is all well and good, if I had a job and some money to invest. So if you lose one stick you lose the rest. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. It all snowballs.

This week I decided to really start expanding my job search beyond what I am qualified to do. Really open up those horizons to include stuff I know nothing about. If I can’t get an interview doing stuff I am intimately knowledgeable of, why not apply for stuff I have never done? Maybe moving backwards will move me forwards. Or sideways. Any movement is better than stagnancy. Weirder things have happened.

It turns out you have to be able to do 19 push-ups to be a King County corrections officer. But you only have to be able run a mile and a half in 17:17 minutes; they want to be sure you can walk, I guess. Should you pass their weirdly arbitrary physical rules you will be sent to work for 8.17 hours a day; it sounds pretty regimented around there. Less gunplay involved, but garbage men for the Seattle Housing Authority make $29.80 an hour (I don’t qualify for the job). Sheriffs make $4,339 a month and $6,075 a month after five years. No wonder people never give up their government jobs. Now to get one…

On the other end of the spectrum is the Seattle plasma donation website which is where I found this notice: Is the down economy the reason that you are looking to donate plasma for money? Email us your story, we'd love to hear from you. —phil at bloodbanker.com. I could make up to $40 a week.

Although I have recovered from Slog commenters by not reading them anymore, I still feel like bit of a slouch when my boyfriend has to drag himself off to work or school and I just drag myself off to work out again. I have to remind myself sometimes that just 'cause I am not working, I am not a slacker. I am looking for work. I would work. I just don’t work. I just miss the money at this point.

When I worry about things, I worry at night. The other night I made the poor dietary choice of having coffee and cookies for dinner. So, late at night: watched three episodes of the office, ate chocolate, read, thought, went and looked at the stars, dodged a spider, listened to music and thought of ways to make a living.

And this is what I thought...

I though: I don’t feel so good from dinner. Maybe tomorrow I will run to this hike that I know about. I wish it was light out and I could go now. Six more hours. And then I could throw up all over the mountaintop. Wouldn’t that be nice? I should write a real blog about my crazy life that no one would get and no one would read and just spill my verbal pukeage out on the Internet for everyone to make nasty comments about. That would be wonderful.

Nothing about jobs really.

But that is what happens sometimes when you eat coffeecookieschocolate for dinner and have 24 hours each day and none of them involve getting paid for your time.

Ah. This life. What I really need is a bottle of wine! Yes. That would be a good cure. But alas, I have to buy them one at a time now, and not keeps stashes. The rough, rough life of the unemployed.

Time to play: I have discovered that when you search a song by a few words in iTunes and it pulls all the songs that have those words in the title—well I discovered this can be a fun play list. So I am not entirely unproductive.

Since no one wants to give me even just one little interview, I have been scrambling to get a website off the ground before my unemployment runs out. Not that it could be profitable right away, but I like to live with the optimistic illusion that if I can show I am launching something that could be profitable in the future, that I could maybe hit up someone for a loan. Although it is hard to hit up people for loans when their investments have halved in value.

The Henry Art Museum is still the only one that is communicating with me. And this is what they communicated: As impressive as your background is, we have decided to move forward with other candidates whose skill sets more closely align with the position’s requirements. Um? I worked at the Seattle Art Museum for three and a half years. I would say my skill set is pretty well aligned. The truth is, I did get one other contact; one person contacted me to say they couldn’t open my resume file

It has come time to sell stuff, I have decided. Tried to sell my time; that’s not working.

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