Cold Comfort

When I read about the 65,000+ jobs eliminated across the world yesterday – yes, in one day – I felt a conflicted emotion that has become all too familiar over the past three unemployed months: the (slightly hollow) comfort of knowing I'm not alone, rapidly followed by panicked awareness that this means even more competition for the few job openings that pop up. Having already heard that a couple jobs I applied for received upwards of 400, 500 resumes, it's all enough to make me want to curl up in bed and hibernate for the winter.

To battle the dark curtain of depression – and resist the reassuring, but motivation-zapping, warmth of my down comforter – I'm trying to keep a sense of humor. And sometimes that means indulging in those "at least I'm not as bad off as that guy..." comparisons. Today's treat: photos of Wired's Saddest Cubicle Contest winners. No matter what, I am thankful to have traded the cage for the coffeeshop.