Getting back to it.

So, this week I had a meltdown. One more job rejection was the last straw on the proverbial haystack. This economic crisis sucks.

But, like my mom said, you have to just pick yourself up again. You have to keep swimming, have to not take anything personally, and you have to persevere. I've never been more unsure of the future, and yet more sure that I'm presently where I'm supposed to be. How ironic.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new week.

A sign of the times

Honestly, watching this video pulled my heartstring. If my father ever had to resort to begging on the streets for money (as this guy is doing, even if he's wearing a suit) I don't think I could take it. Sure, I might be willing to scrimp and save and stretch my meals because I'm a poor student - and I might be willing to openly advertise my desperation for some extra cashflow or an internship - but I would never, ever in a million years ever want to see any dad or mom, or grandparent lose their pride. Maybe it's the chinese in me, but it's just not right. Our parents should be enjoying the prospects of early retirement; they should be splurging on cruises and nice dinners now that the kids are out of the house. They shouldn't be doing this.