Anxious

Very, very anxious.

One of two good job leads I had has dried up.  I spoke to the recruiter today and she said, "Oh, they've decided to put this on hold." Well gee, thanks for letting me know.

I'm still waiting to hear about the second.  I had what I consider to be a good interview last Friday, and the manager I met with told me that she was expecting to make a decision by Tuesday (today).  I just called the recruiter I'd been working with on this opportunity, only to discover SHE'S ON VACATION THE REST OF THE WEEK.  I asked to be connected with the Account Manger for this gig, and got her voicemail.  I left a message asking that she call me back.

So far this morning I've spoken with all the recruiters I've been working with, and none of them have anything else right now…except one.  It's a six month contract at significantly less money than I was making even five years ago, but at this point, if I don't hear anything about this other job by the end of the week I'm going to tell him to go ahead and submit me.

I have to get back to work.

I find myself wishing that Ben and I had planned financially for this move about six months earlier than we did. While I'm not down to my last penny, the balance in my checking account has fallen below my comfort level and my anxiety level is rising with each passing day. Thankfully Ben has one more student loan disbursement coming, and he officially starts teaching in about a week, so there will be money coming in, but until I get a job, we're stuck in a hotel that reeks of pot and patchouli and everything we own remains in storage.