where’s my job?

I hate…

how job postings are nothing bait and switch operations except there’s only bait, no switch.  And as all suckers have to learn, you can’t eat your bait and have it too.  I lived on a meal of bait set by an enthusiastic headhunter over the holidays, but of course it’s not true food.  And that perfect job she caught my resume with (that job I should not have let myself either feel comfortable or fantasize about) dissipated like smoke in a breeze with the new year.