Looking for a job is the hardest job of all

I don't think there is anything harder than looking for a job, or perhaps it's the staying motivated to look for work. It seems like half the time, resumes end up in some mysterious reservoir from whence they never return. Every once in a blue moon, someone actually responds, and you just have to take those as the highs. More often than not, you're sending to the black hole of jobs@ or hr@ and then nothing.

I Really Haven't A Clue

I don't often bring this up as one of the first things I share, but I suppose you should be forewarned in case there are glaring abnormalities on this blog. I am blind, and I don't know HTML yet, so it might just be a lot of text without much graphics and fun. But, as we all know, that means you'll just have to pay attention to the words. Seriously, if you have any advice or see something I should absolutely change, please do comment. Cuz I won't know unless you tell me. This is my first attempt at a blog, and hopefully, I can continue to come up with things to say that at least--maybe--one other person might care to read about.

I live with my two pooches--photos to come when I figure out how, in the Bay Area. Midnight is my retired black lab guide dog. She is 15-1/2 years old and loving her life of leisure. Oreo, the current working girl, turned 2-1/2 on March 25, and she's very feisty. The two of them get along pretty well though, and they sleep back to back on the bed. Photo to come when I get someone to take it after figuring out how to upload them. Well, this is it for my first-ever post.