So, my landlady finally decided she was, in fact, going to sell the house I've lived in for the past 10.5 years, and gave me my termination of rental agreement notice on 1 January (Happy Fuckin' New Year to You, Too!). I still don't have a job or an income, which means that if I can't drum up some source of money ASAP I'm going to be homeless at the end of the month. I probably should have gone on welfare ages ago, but I think they still have a cap on how much savings you can have, and I may still have about $2K in my RRSP, so I've been hesitant to apply. Well, that and being on welfare again...I'd rather have my fingernails yanked out with tweezers.
Since the summer I've almost gotten four jobs. Two just evaporated with no explanation given, after super-positive interviews. One got torpedoed by a buyout combined with a merger. (I need to get back in touch with that guy again, because he's been saying he might be able to offer me contract work.) And one, I got told, "We think you have the technical skills to [do half the job], but not the soft skills to [do the other half], so we're looking to see if we can divide the work among two contractors, so it's not 'yes' and it's not 'no,'" (fucking bullshit is what it is, if you ask me), and then I never heard anything more about it, so I assume they hired someone they liked better, who had more "soft skills," whatever the fuck that means in context.
I just had three job interviews a week Friday. One was a total disaster; the woman who would have been my supervisor just basically decided I was a fuck-up about halfway through. At one point, she actually asked me, "Have you ever actually worked in software development?" and then had to amend that on the fly because it's bleeding obvious that I have, even if most places don't bring in tech writers at the goddam wireframe stage FFS. Still got two out there, and another interview scheduled for Monday, and I just applied for like six jobs in the past three days, but I am running out of time.
I honestly don't know what to do. I don't currently even have a back-up plan, which means I've been washing a lot of underwear lately, metaphorically speaking. Also, sleeping like a baby...that is to say, waking up every two hours to cry.
Anybody out there in the LJ Brain Trust got any good ideas, I'm all eyes. Thanks.