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A few days ago I went to our city hall to get a new cedula for this year. The man at the counter remembered me from last year, and seeing that I’d written “none” in the blank occupation, he asked “you’ve been jobless for over a year?” The way he had said it, I might as well have put “lazy parasitic bum mooching off parents’ money” or something of the same nature (it’s true anyway) as my occupation. Gee, thanks for the encouragement, mister.

I wanted to say, “half of that year was spent reviewing for the board exams, a fourth spent waiting for results and my license to be issued by the slow, ineffective, and not to mention, corrupt government that you work for. A twelfth was spent recovering from an appendectomy and the rest looking for a job, with a few training programs thrown in between! How productive was 2008 for you? Wanna see a picture of my appendix?” Pair that up with a shrill voice and a crazed look in the eyes. Then add a little neck wringing for maximum effect.

I know, we long-term un-employees can be a little sensitive. Anyway I just said “yes,” paid my dues and left with my new cedula.

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Happy holidays! A bit late, but oh well. I’ve been busy with Christmas and family matters, and of course, being unemployed. I am getting sick of explaining myself to relatives (same old yeah-I’m-still-jobless-no-vacancies-in-the-hospitals-yeah-I-know-it’s-so-hard-to-find-a-job-here-yeah-there-are-more-opportunities-abroad-but answer). January has to be better. Honestly, it’s becoming embarrassing whenever someone asks.

And with that thought in mind, I am giving my resume a face lift. I found this article at lifeclever.
Give your résumé a face lift

It might help, it might not, but I thought I’d share it to anyone reading this who might have the same problem as I do.

Oh and more about accidents- I managed to scald my big toe (the right one).

I’ve also had a few revelations about life and love and family and perseverance and myself, like only the holidays can give to you. I guess I will talk about that another day. Happy holidays again, and a good new year for everyone.

our shoes...  me and my friends

tired

All shoes shown here belong to me and my friends.  We were riding a jeep on our way to a hospital.  As you can see, everyone has comfy shoes (yes, those flip flops make you feel right at home… they also get you banned from entering most buildings, as my friend Gelo learned the hard way), since heels won’t work at all in our profession.  Today we were jobhunting, which is a task that should never be done alone, at least, if you’re a nursing graduate living in a country overflowing with jobless nurses and almost all the hospitals have a freeze on hiring even if they’re way understaffed.

By the way, I’m wearing a different pair of jelly shoes.  Soft and comfy and perfect for my feet.  I wear them everywhere.

We had plans and plans and plans and plans- all the talk nowadays is always about un-bumming ourselves.  This scene is familiar.  Nothing happened at the end of the day.

Endless worries.  I hate thinking about life and futures.