Pointless Blog

After a weekend of not blogging, I'm not sure if I want to continue this blog any more. It takes up time I don't have and these days it's more depressing than comforting. I don't know what I should expect to get out of, say, telling the world that I just spent the equivalent of four week's tedious labor in the space of 20 minutes, between rent and loan and credit card bill and other random necessary expenses -- which doesn't even include things like health insurance and groceries. I mean, what's the point?

Nor does grumping about my employment situation seem beneficial. I'm tired of the whole thing, both the jobs and the looking for jobs that don't exist. I'm not even sure if I'm going to bother with the academic job search this fall. I look at the prospects and weigh my chances and it doesn't even seem like it's worth the effort of visiting web sites, writing letters, rounding up references, etc. -- there are only 12 jobs available this year for which I might stand a chance of making the first cut, and I am more and more convinced that I'd be extraordinarily lucky to make the second cut, let alone the third or be made an offer. Even the out-of-academia job market stinks. I found two -- yes, two -- entry-level positions I could do cheerfully, and neither came to anything. Why should I expect more?

I did enjoy working in the historical society this weekend -- I even dreamed about it all the following night -- but there's no career potential there, either. If anything, the museum market is even tighter than the academic one -- maybe 30 jobs nationwide, total.

So this blog is feeling like a waste of time -- I grump about my miserable future, lament my lost potential and nothing changes, except in banal or meaningless ways. Why continue?