the great leslie

It's getting hard to be cheerful, isn't it? It seems like everyone I know is looking for work and trying to stay afloat in the meantime. It's hard to pay rent when one's income so limited. I know, I know: what about my rainy day fund? To this, I sheepishly say: yeah.right. I think I may have put a $20 bill in a pair of summer pants, which is more of a sunny day fund, since it was meant to be rediscovered in the sunny months. Other than this, I haven't got much of a back-up. It's too bad, of course, and I'm especially nervous because Rob Brensky of Free Will Astrology told me I needed a back-up plan this week. I'm cosmically doomed, and I don't have enough of what I need.

I know I'm in good company, with the national unemployment rate at 8.1% and so many good, smart friends sitting near me in this rocking boat. It's important to be patient, to be flexible, to keep smiling and going to the gym to avoid depression. I have a few irons in the fire, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed at all hours that one in particular works out. I know there is so much competition however, and everything is so hard to navigate and predict.

Sigh. It's just getting harder and harder. I know it's gotta break at some point, but I would mind getting a break sooner rather than later.