back to the grindstone- literally

September and new beginnings. back to school. back to work...wait...i don't have a job...oh, and it seems that as of last month, neither does my dh. hmn. it crept up on us and pounced while we were on a parent sponsored vacation back home. back home. now that has a strange ring to it. maybe we have to sell the house we scrounged so hard to buy and head for that place i haven't lived for my entire adult life. home. ask dad to "sponsor" dh so that he can get a job as an American in Canada (where the film business is not too hot these days either) and support his Canadian/French/US family.
where to begin? look for a job HERE where you need 3 languages to drive a taxi or THERE where you have to actually BE if you want to make any progress. and the feminist in me who said last week, i can make a difference, i can get a job! just got turned down for a making coffee, answering the phone type job. i am sad. this is self-absorbed boo-hoo blogging. and i was actually nervous at the interview. answer the phone? i think i can do that, yes. make coffee, umn, i'll read up about it at night. i'll do ANYTHING even for minimum wage, just to get a contract so that my non-EU husband can look for a job to pay those thousands o bills that piled up over the last 6 months of waiting for the company to pull through. choke. today i heard that Beatles song twice that goes "let it be, let it be...there will be an answer.." is it a sign?
must go clean obsessively.