14 Comments
It's a little bit frightening how few jobs I'm hearing about since my layoff. I've sent out some resumes but haven't gotten any real bites -- not a single interview, even after my (sexy, single, gay) friend Colin helped me get my resume in shape (for which I'm very grateful). If you want to see it (or want me to set you up with Colin), just e-mail me.

I'm keeping busy by trying to quit smoking and supporting the anti-Prop 8 movement in its bid to overturn the gay marriage ban in California.

Quitting smoking isn't easy to do. Especially when you have nothing else to do but smoke (I guess the more positive way to look at it is that I have nothing else to do but quit), but now that I've been laid off, I'm considering my new job to be "quitting smoking." The pay sucks, but the hours are good and the benefits are great.

Click here to read more and see pictures from the LA Prop 8 Rally ...

I'm even looking into hypnosis, books, Web sites and articles on quitting. No one should have to do anything alone! It's a global village. We should all help each other, which is what I'm trying to do with this blog -- reach out to (lots of) people who are out of work right now, even though I'm hoping this blog ends soon or becomes "CJ's Super Awesome Kick-Ass Job Blog."

Whether you have a job or not, it's important to get out and to do things that make you feel good and make a difference ... and that is doubly true when you're one of the unemployed masses. So I went to the Prop 8 rally in downtown Los Angeles last week.

My feet are still killing me, and I think I nearly got heat stroke. In typical LA fashion, it was a 95-degree November day, and the sky was filled with smoke from the fires. The pavement was hard and hot as hell, and for the love of God they sure do like to talk a lot at a rally.

Luckily, being strong-willed and jobless affords me the opportunity to march around downtown for a cause I believe in. My favorite part of the rally (other than the honor and privilege of being able to stand up for the rights of my fellow Americans) was the hand-made signs and posters. There were so many different signs, all made with love.

Check out a couple of favorites below.