September 27, 2013 by jeliwobble
Day 99 in the Big Brother House of Unemployment.
The three older children are at school.
The baby is asleep.
The woman is typing her blog.
The man is
in the Diary Room on yet another interview.
In the last week, Him Indoors has had four face-to-face interviews, as well as a telephone interview, two for temporary positions and two for permanent contracts. He has others lined up for next week.
Over the last 3 months, he has sent his CV/resume to over 200 places.
The metal crunch of savings and severance being swallowed whole is getting louder and closer.
There is a palpable sense of being at the Tipping Point of the Unemployment Experience. On the one hand, in general, it takes between 7 and 10 interviews to get a job, and he *is* getting interviews. On the other hand, this is the biggest recession since the Great Depression, and it’s dirty out there. The pool of talent is wide and employers can afford to be choosy; if your face doesn’t fit, you’re not coming in.
Is my sheer weight of expectation enough to push the balance of the tipping point over the edge into the safety of ‘Yay, he got a job!’ or will we lose our grip on the edge and slide into the abyss of using his 401K to keep us afloat for a few months longer before giving up and walking away from our lives here?