After months of depression filled unemployment, I've finally gotten a job. I was at the lowest point I've reached in my life. I'm not the type that would off their self, but I was pretty sick with depression and frustration. It's similar to when I was a child having to fight everyday to keep from getting beat up. I started thinking maybe dying would be easier than facing another day. The fact of the matter is, I have had many high points, and I will take those terrible valleys in my happiness to experience those high points.

I was applying, interviewing, and calling like crazy and I would get so close to latching onto a good job, then nothing would ever happen.

This isn't a career, and many would turn their nose up at the job, but I got it right when I was losing hope. Hell, I didn't dress myself up and look spiffy for this interview. I walked into the place knowing they'd say no, and I was wrong.