Thank You For Your Application

They rustle at me from the bin in the corner.  They whisper You Aren’t Good Enough.  This Was A Waste of Time.  Your Children Deserve Better.

Be Afraid.  You Will Never Succeed.

Rejection letters – I could, as they say, paper a wall with them.  A couple of walls.  I have been afraid about getting a job since I quit the one I had, seeing what my husband’s gone through, and my job attempts thus far this year have done nothing to dim my fear.  We both gambled that advanced degrees would get us well-paying jobs, but it seems we bet on black and the wheel keeps coming up red, red, red.

We’re bleeding.

The American Dream is dead.  Long live the American Dream.