For those of you who haven't heard, I'm job searching again.  Though the new administration and promised funding will be great for the EMR industry, too many doctors had adopted a wait-and-see attitude, and no sales = no money.  So, I was laid off, but amicably - I'll be free-lancing for them a bit until I find something new.

But, honestly, I can't even feel badly about it.  Too many horrible things are happening to too many people in the world for me to be upset that I can't shop anymore.  Friends of friends have daughters in ICUs awaiting lung transplants and relatives of friends have ovarian cancer and I can't even go into the devastation in Australia and other parts of the world.  Being jobless just isn't that awful.  Yet.

I keep seeing questions about what my ideal career path would be and what my dream job would be like.  I just end up thinking, "Does it matter?  Would you pay me what I want to make to do what I want to do?  No.  So stop rubbing it in."  What would I do, you ask, tentatively?  Dig wells in Africa.  That job doesn't pay very well.  I assume.  They don't list jobs like that on Monster, either.

So, the best I can do is be supportive to those who need it and reorganize my closets now that I have the time and maybe catch up on my reading or any other free activities.  And knit.  This is a chemo cap for tragically-blogless Anna's MIL.  There's a young woman in an ICU bed, as well, who is collecting paper cranes.  As you pray for a seemingly unending list of those in need, please think of them, too.