Job or job?

I like to think of myself of being "Job-ish."  For two years now, I have endured all manner of afflictions with fortitude and faith; I like to think that I have handled what could be the biggest crisis of my life with style and grace, but you might want to do a little fact-checking with my friends and family.  My biggest affliction stems from the fact that I have been unemployed for the better part of twenty-four months.  Twenty-four months sounds like a lot more time that two years, and in the interest of "fortitude" and "faith," I want you to know just how courageous I've been, and how long I've lasted.  While I have not suffered the burning down of my roof, the loss of family, or boils on my skin, I, in my own small way, have suffered inequities intently. 

It seems that my hometown, NYC, either hates me, and/or has rendered me an inhabitant of the unseen world.  In this I mean, I am a ghost whose pitches, resume and follow-up calls go unanswered; I am Job's ghost incarnate who is suffering for sins never committed.  Here, is where, as J's proxy, I will address not the problem of evil, but the problem of apathy. Indifference has always been sorely problematic; and in the interest of making my rankled rant circular, I will return just for a second to J's dilemma, and the fact that his supposed friends did not put their feet in his shoes or clogs or whatever they wore back then.  They were satisfied with their confining beliefs that there had to be a reason for the all-mighty to strike down a pious man.  We will not help this man, by understanding his plight, but we will go along with the easy reasoning, that he is not okay, but we're, and therefore, why meddle, and get your feet wet in someone else's puddle?  The thing about puddles is that they can grow, and they can splash others on the sidelines.  And there is no need for me to wax further on the story of Job, and eventually how he emerges victorious, or how his friends eat their words.  Suffice it to say, I keep trying to find this job, a job, with qualifications that are good and an education that is sturdy.  I quit my job as a TV reporter right before the implosion.  Am I paying for the sin of having left a job before finding another? Am I paying for pursuing a somewhat creative and largely competitive field? Am I paying for being attractive, and still youthful?  What is it?  This is more than a play on spelling, this is a microcosm of Job looking for a job.  Boo.