Job searching SUCKS.

I. HATE. Being. Unemployed. And I hate even more the fact that I left a city with lots of meeting/event planner jobs to come to Austin, where somebody basically has to die for a meeting/event planner job to open up and even if that happens, often the successor has been hand-picked anyway. And I hate that the salaries here are so much lower than in Chicagoland, generally. Yes, the cost of living is lower here, but many of the job postings I see show salaries that are disproportionately lower. :(

Throughout this whole thing, I have been doing my best to STAY POSITIVE but sometimes I just need to gripe. I know I am not the only job-seeker out there, and that I have not been unemployed the longest.

What really started this need to rant was a job rejection e-mail I just got. It went as such:

Dear Ms. MORGAN: Thank you for your application and interest in opportunities atthe University of Texas at Austin. We have reviewed your application based on the job related criteria for the posting, XXXXX. We regret to inform you that you were not the candidate selected to fill the position. We appreciate your interest and encourage you to pursue otheropportunities as they become available atthe University of Texas at Austin.

What I wish I could say back to them:

1) Of course I was not selected for the position-I wasn't even interviewed for it.
2) I was seriously overqualified for this position anyway.
3) It would have been a 50% salary cut from what I was making in Chicago.

The one positive thing-this is the fastest response I've ever gotten from any job w/the government. And I've gotten to where I like canned rejection notices-at least it is a status update. A status update of any sort these days is not the norm.

I am sure ranting as such is unprofessional, but I am sorry-this job search is really tearing me down right now.

Add to this the realization that if I don't get a job this month, it's probably not going to happen until 2011. Yikes.

So besides trying to browbeat my husband into returning to Chicagoland, which is futile, I move on and keep on looking and doing the things I know I am supposed to be doing. And I keep hoping.