Crushed Bones

Yesterday was a disappointing day on a personal note. I had an interview at a local parish Church for a parish secretary. I dressed smart, thought the interview went well and then discovered I didn't get the job. It is all becoming very disheartening when I can't get a job as a parish secretary even though I am a parish secretary already. I seem to get a lot of interviews and then people meet me and it all goes down hill from there. It wasn't a full time job, part-time, three days a week, but the income would have been helpful. It's almost as if I've got the word 'unemployable' stamped on my forehead, just that I can't see it. I wore a tie, combed my hair. Today I'll be applying for a job in a funeral directors.

Still, things could be a lot worse. I could getting spayed with rounds of live bullets indiscriminately by Libyan forces or be trapped in a building in Christchurch, New Zealand following an 6.8 scale earthquake. Say a prayer for them, the victims, the finding of those trapped, for those who have lost loved ones and for the eternal rest of the dead. Poor Libyans too. Both the Anglican and Catholic Cathedrals of Christchurch are now in ruin. The Transalpine Redemptorists of the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer have pictures of the Catholic Cathedral, the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament, before and after...all...very...depressing...I think you'll agree.

If you want to say a prayer for employment for me as well, that would be much appreciated.