The truth is, I can't really enjoy myself unless I know for certain that either a.) I'm being productive to deserve this enjoyment or b.) have something lined up that will, in the long run, be productive. Plus, believe it or not, enjoyment usually involves money and the spending of such.
I suppose my job hunt adventures could fall under category "b," but the uncertainty of actually getting something after every prospect is killing me. I have a bottle of Korbel champagne waiting in my fridge. It was originally supposed to be for my acceptance into the JET (Teaching in Japan) program, but being on the indefinite wait-list has let the alcohol age indefinitely. I bet that on the day I finally get a job offer, the JET program will call up and say that an opening has freed up for me, in which case I will proceed to smash the bottle of champagne over my head and go on an angry Korbel rampage.
Undoubtedly more important than the monetary component of a new job is that I need to meet and interact with people. It's that simple. I fricking love my hometown of Medfield, Massachusetts, but it's like grandparents-- you won't be hanging out after 6 p.m. I would meet up with my high school friends, but they're off doing their own things, whether it be jobs or grad school. And visiting them (especially NYC dwelling pals) really burns a hole in the wallet. See the pickle I'm in?

