I need a job

This whole experience of moving to Chicago has been a roller coaster. Every day is a new challenge - emotionally, physically, finacially. I'm proud to say that I have cried very little in the time I've been here. It may sound odd to be proud of not crying, but I've always been weepy. I broke my streak of not crying today, though. Want to guess why? Well, it wasn't because it felt like my hamstrings were ripping off, my knee was busting sideways, or my shins were cracking in half. It wasn't because I got horribly lost downtown and ended up someplace scary. It wasn't because I got passed over for yet another good role in a piece.
It was because I got turned down for a job. Yes, similar to my experience at the beginning of the summer, I am incapable of getting any sort of job. I'm not even looking for skilled work. I'm talking Starbucks, UPS, retail, the post office. Today, it was because public transportation doesn't go to the UPS location. I have yet to hear anything about the 10+ applications I've put in to Starbucks; I even went to the city-wide job fair and heard nothing. I've put in my resume at 4 different employment agencies, looking for anything, and have gotten no response. Arg.

I like the job I have, but it's not paying for much of anything. It would be nice to have something covered, since I've got rent, tuition, food, clothing, and transportation to pay for. Grrr.

I love that I'm here, doing what I want to do. But I can't keep doing it if I can't afford to eat. There must be something out there for me. Just gotta keep looking...