I was living in Houston in early 2002. I had lost my job at the end of 2001 as a result of a merger. Thanks to Enron and the Arthur Andersen debacle, the Houston job market was awful. I sent out over 100 resumes. I networked as much as I could but to no avail. By the end of January, the devil had convinced me that I would not get a job and that I would fail my family and to provide my daughter with the Harvard Law School education I had promised her if she were accepted (she was accepted a few months later). I was clinically depressed by the end of the month of January. I wanted to stay in bed in a fetal position. The devil constantly played the same old song that all the world was against me and that my career was over. I contemplated suicide.
Please mail it to me and I will post it on this site.
Thanks for stopping by.
This page address: