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I'm not feeling very good about myself today.
Recently, I was contacted by a former colleague of mine from the Courier-Journal. She told me that a reporter from the free newspaper owned by the CJ was doing a story about Louisvillians living abroad (which is totally different from living as a broad in case you didn't know) and would I be interested in being interviewed. I agreed and was soon interviewed, via email, by said reporter. While I typed my answers I thought how boring and unimportant they sounded. I had even considered telling the reporter that I changed my mind and that maybe Blake could do the interview instead of me. At least his answers would be interesting. Never the less, I hit the send button and off went my interview.
This morning, I was informed by my best friend Jim that the article was published in this week's edition so I went online to read it. I was one of three people interviewed for the piece. One lady teaches English in Spain and the other is bringing organized sports to African tribes. And then there's Maude.
I was the unemployed computer programmer who complained about how mean the checkout girls were at Sainsbury's. I never realized how vapid and shallow and a bit stupid I am until I saw it in print. I'm not blaming the reporter. He just wrote what I said.

Immediately after, Blake mentioned something about us not having a lot of spare money this month. Of course, I started feeling uneasy about not contributing anything to the purse. You are the missing link. Goodbye.

When he left for work, I went online and found two jobs in London which I looked capable of doing. I sent off my resume (CV or curriculum vitae here in Britain) and waited. Imagine my surprise when somebody called me within the hour. I started to feel upbeat!

That feeling lasted maybe 5 seconds. He proceeded to tell me basically how I wasn't right for the position, my resume sucked (his actual turn of phrase was "not detailed enough"), and that, due to my UK Working Holiday Visa (which is only good for 2 years), no employer would be inclined to hire me.

Later, I went online and chatted with my ever optimistic mother who said to me, and I quote, "Your grandpa keeps asking if you are working yet, so I finally told him that you work off and on. He's worried about you." Great! Even my family thinks I'm worthless.

It's times like these that I wonder about this decision. Maybe quitting a job without having another one lined up wasn't the brightest thing for me to do. It makes me very uncomfortable when I'm in a group setting and the inevitable "And what do you do?" question comes up. They all tell me how jealous they are when I say "I don't work. I'm a housewife." But as they turn to talk to someone who has a job I know that what they meant was "Loser."

But what do I know? I'm vapid, shallow, and a bit stupid.