Buddy can you spare a dime

I've been pounding the pavement (pounding the keyboard actually) for the past month and a half looking for work, and let me tell you, it hasn't been a lot of fun. It has been good practice in taking rejection with good humour however.

Now that I've snared a small contract at least, I feel I can share some of my stress. What does the stress consist of?

1. Confusion Why did they not hire me at the five interviews I went to? Was it my suit? It's a few years old, maybe I need a new one. Did I not click with the interviewer? Was I a know-it-all? Was I shy and unconfident?
   
2. Fear I will be a bag lady. My son will be scooping me out of the gutter and buying me donuts. There is something deeply wrong with me that prevents me from every being hired.
   
3. Anger The interview sucked. They asked the stupidest questions. How could they not agree that I am the perfect employee? They have no insight into what it takes to do this job. I have tried hard, I should have work by now. Unfair!
   
4. Depression It is useless to go to another interview. They won't like me. I'd best stay in bed and finish this mystery novel. The novel will at least not reject me...

Wow, this sounds like the stages of grief, except I think there may be a few more stages for death. Well, unemployment takes a holiday now from my house, and I can now afford some of the 'fruits' of life in Toronto.

For advice in actually getting a job, see this article from Penelope Trunk, super-blogger on career topics:
How to turn an interview into a job.