I had beer today with a fellow unemployed friend.
Yes, we can enjoy some remnants of employment life in our desperate states.
Yet it was like two friends drinking with minimal discussion of what's wrong in our lives. We talked about mutual friends, family, the state of America and much BS.
We had to remind each other that we're looking for jobs in the middle of a pandemic, in the midst of the worst job situation since the Great Depression.
He's young so for every five applications he submits, he's had one interview. I'm older so I've had two interviews for about 90 applications.
For those of you lucky people who don't believe these are desperate times, consider my interview numbers.
And yet for a couple hours today, we each felt as though life was normal -- even though it's not. We laughed, gossiped, shared. It was life before the pandemic and then so much more appreciated than before. I think, at least.
On Saturday night, after picking up my free dinner at Community Kitchen, I joked with the server.
Look for the little moments. Even in tumult they are there.
Peace and little moments unto you my brothers and sisters.