The First Anniversary of Still Nothing

   It is an incredibly dreary day outside for a Tuesday in mid May. This is appropriate considering we are approaching a solid year of joint unemployment. We are running low on cash and ideas. Neither one of us is giving up but we are getting tired. I've given up on previous applications. It's hard to keep in mind that people don't care about getting back to you because they already have a job! What's wierd, for me, at least, is that I thought there would be some summer camp counselor part time jobs at my local school districts but I haven't found anything. Am I looking in the wrong places?
    I've been keeping tabs on how many applications I've sent out. My target is about 100 before I feel I really put a serious amount out there. The resume has also been revamped a bit, too. It was a learning experience when I found out how many formats are available and what things can make a person "look old". I removed my year of graduation long ago but there is, allegedly, a prejudice against your email format, too. The one page length is still good for me but I realized I don't need my entire work history. If anything, only the past 10 to 15 years are enough.
    I am looking for part time work that will fit in with my daughter's camp and school schedule. She is still too young to be left alone for too long, not to mention she will not be getting bussing for at least another school year. We also have a great update, to report. During this writing, we learned that my husband finally got an offer of employment. The wages are a lot less than I would prefer. The recruiter assured my husband that these were nice people and they were changing his title to include the word "Senior". If you ask me, they should have offered to increase his wages if they were really nice.
  We, as a family, have no choice in the matter because they are providing healthcare. While he will be paying bridge tolls to get to Delaware, he will be avoiding the wage tax, parking, and we hope, dry cleaning since the place is casual. My substitute teaching certificate has also finally arrived and I have begun my foray into teaching. That experience is a whole separate post. I have a lot to learn, putting it mildly. I am also finding out how out of practice I am when it comes to things like office dress, how long I need to get ready, and keeping my trap shut. Wish me luck.