I struck the iron while it was hot, so what's next?

Dear readers,
As we close the door on 2008, I find myself still searching for a job. With half my severance paychecks having come and gone, I'm feeling that uncomfortable bead of sweat finding its way down my spine. It's crunch time.
I've applied to every kind of job under the sun as of late. I've tried time and time again to breach the impenetrable walls of the fortress that is Jackson National Life Insurance Company. I've applied at the cozy little video store at the end of my street. Every morning for the past month, I wake up, feed my son Carter, hop online and check my email and go through the modern-day version of waiting by the phone. Please please please let this be the day. But it isn't.
As a family man (and as a man in general), if I'm not working, my sense of self-worth goes right out the window. I haven't moped yet, but I can feel it right around the corner beckoning me to just hang my head for a second to signify an admission of defeat, no matter how brief. Sorry, not gonna happen. I may not have much, but I've still got my dignity. I've got a good foundation of principle, values and whatever else makes up a "good person". Funny, I've been hearing a lot of that lately. "You're a good person and good things happen to good people." Well, make it snappy, Slappy. Holding doors and helping old ladies across the street ain't payin' the bills.
I've found myself even dancing the fine line of whether or not just to turn the corner and become Mr. Nasty. Since, ya know, nice guys finish last and all. Time to look out for #1, because if you don't, you'll step in #2.
Tomorrow will find me doing the exact same thing. Wake up, feed kid, go online, rub cheek that was just cyber-slapped by careerbuilder and monster.com, sigh, grab some tea and get on with my day...
But tomorrow's a new day. Who knows what it will bring. Until I find out, I'm going to keep my chin up and keep submitting my resume for all the positions fit to apply for. Wish. Me. Luck.

- Easy