The value of the suffix

Observation: At some point in one's job search, if one is nearing month three of unemployment, totally broke and decidedly disheartened, one often contemplates whether one is unemployed, that is, in a situation not irreparable, or unemployable, that is to say, socially inept, haphazardly fly-zipped or otherwise some degree of an ass.

For now, I'll comfort myself with the ungrounded assumption that housewifing Manhattanites are threatened by my unusually perky breasts. And, in a last-ditch attempt at making rent in the future, shall scattershot e-copies of my resume about the Internets like so many intangible deathpellets.

But tomorrow, despair.