Not Still

Even I'm sick of that Debbie Downer of a post. Here's something that makes me smile (it's from last Christmas).

Still

Still haven't sold the house.
Still no FO pictures (I've finished some stuff, most of it has been sent on to the recipient. Some is still here waiting for me to find the gumption to photograph it.)
Still no job. That's the biggy. The house unsold and the lack of consistent employment have really sent me into a downwardly spiraling funk. It all just makes me feel so useless. The DH, when he was really feeling down on himself used to tell me he had no marketable skills. Outside of teaching, that is. He has managed to maintain six consecutive teaching contracts. Me? Not so much. I don't regret for a moment the decision to stay home to raise the girls, but now... Now I can't even be granted an interview for a position I'm filling in for. I know there are always politics at work in hiring, but what does that say about me and my skills? Really? I never pretended the move to Minnesota would be all sunshine and lollipops, but I also never really believed I would still be getting rejected for jobs after 5 months of applications. What the hell is wrong with me, anyway?