LOLZ, MY HUSBAND.

So, still looking for a job. And in between looking for jobs (monster.ca, workopolis.com, any website I can think of), I've been cleaning. It kind of keeps me from thinking about the fact that I don't have a job, that maybe I'm some kind of cataclysmic failure. I mean, I've got the skills, the personality, right? So why hasn't anyone snapped me up, since I'm such a fucking catch? It's just... very discouraging. It's been two weeks. That's it, that's all. Just two weeks. And already I want to pull my hair out.

And I keep wondering if the my-own-business thing is actually feasible, or just some elaborate fantasy that'll never come to fruition. I keep thinking about what services and products to offer, what kind of clientele I'd cater to, how I'd manage it on my own, or if *gasp* I had to get someone to work under me. How much would I pay them? How would I pay them? Fear of failure. Brad's right... I'm afraid to try things because I don't want to fail.