A job is a job

So, uh, I'm on the job market this year and, as I've mentioned, the market is tight. Tighter than... well, no cliches come to mind at the moment (at least none that I can publish in good conscience on this blog), so we'll just say that it's tight. And all along, I've been worried about getting a job. It's tough, yo. Everyone says so. To complicate matters, I make no secret of the fact that we'd like to get back to the Midwest, which (obviously) narrows the possibilities in terms of job prospects. So I've always been worried about just being able to find a job. But then something occurred to me this weekend: what if I get offered a job that I definitely don't want? What if I'm able to find a job, but it's not a good fit for me? Do I take the job anyway, because a job is a job and I should be so lucky to have one? Or do I hold out, hoping that there'll be something better another time? And if I do hold out, what if there isn't something better another time? These are the questions that keep me up at night. Well, that and wondering if capris are really out of style or not. You've gotta have your priorities, after all.