When you hit the wall.

So in light of recent events, I have to take a hard close look at myself. I have been unemployed for the most part of a year. I have tried desperately to get work, any work in all of that time, despite setbacks and constantly getting played by damn well every employer I have tried to get employed to. Here's my question: Why is it so damn hard to simply get a job for me?

I have all my i's dotted and all of my t's crossed. My resume is practically flawless. I put in a two week notice from the last major big box retailer I was working at with wonderful blessings and graces after working there for 9 years. Now I'm questioning my life and everything in it.

My roommates are wonderful and many of my friends have helped me dearly. But now I once again face that in your face heavy to the surface fear. What are you going to do Q? I see others get jobs within weeks of being here and for some unknown reason, I'm stuck. I need a miracle at this point. Though I will be grateful that I'm not homeless. I will be grateful that I have some food to eat. I will be grateful that I have a lot of time to "think" and create my artworks.

My stress comes from months of struggle and months of WTF moments once I get the interview. I would get an auto response in many cases telling me that "you're overqualified" or even when I would get the interview, something weird would happen to "prevent" me from getting the job. A generator fire at the office building? Really? A server wipe of all applications right after the manager puts in my recommendation to H.R.?

It's things like this that make me question my life and what direction I am heading in. Am I simply not going to get regular work anymore? Did my time at the retail store ruin me for further employment? What am I doing wrong in this world? Was I truly born the wrong skin color? What in the actual fuck is going on?

Is this where the story ends? What the hell?

Desperate, Broke, and Unemployed.