More of the same . . . Is there an end in sight?

Three more interviews with good prospects, three more rejections. Well 1, really, though the form letter he sent me was grammatically a wreck. Seriously, I so wanted to email him back with a "gotcha" type email. Thanks A-Hole for the form letter, nice to know I meant so much to you that you didn't even frickin proof read your rejection letter.
The 2nd one didn't even call, no suprise there, what is wrong with HR people? Granted, when I was a manager I rarely called either, something I will have to work on in the future.
The 3rd was this morning. That was before the heavens opened up and ensured that every single artery entering the city was clogged. So as a result my babysitter was 15 minutes late and so was I, turning my 3 hour interview into 45 minutes of painful questions. How many ways can someone say they are not going to hire you without actually saying it? I heard a few this morning . . .
"I am looking for someone I can trust, who I would want to take to dinner with my family, so I will be looking at about 5 other candidates and then making my decision."
"I will call the other two people you interviewed with and talk with them about their thoughts."
"I really want to make the best fit for the company"
"The person I hire has to be perfect, I don't want to get 2 months in and have to fire them."
"I want someone who is dedicated and hard working, No Jerks"
Wow, thanks for that.
Now to be fair they may still call me back, but I would serously doubt it.
Of course after leaving and trying not to kill myself, a good friend called and put it in perspective for me. So I will trudge on, next interview is tomorrow. 10 am. Onward and upward.

why exodus 15?

I was fired on a Sunday a few months back. To be clear, I was at fault, whether my mistake deserved termination I disagree with, but I did make a mistake. Since then I have struggled to understand God and the lessons he would have me to learn.

I have a decent work history, one I am proud of, but it is now mid September and I have yet to find work within my chosen field. Sure I have a job, it pays a little over half what I need to make, and that is only if I got the hours I was promised and not the half I have been getting. I am married with children, my wife works part time and makes the money in the family. We are losing our house, sheriffs sale in October. Why am I writing all this? Well, because the blog is called Exodus 15, and I am the wandering one, the reference has to do with Exodus 15:23-25.

And when they came to Marah, they could not drink of the waters of Marah for they were bitter: therefore the name of it was called Marah. And the people murmured against Moses, saying, What shall we drink? And he cried unto the Lord, and the Lord showed him a tree, which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were made sweet."—Exodus 15:23-25.

I am as one of the faithless faithful, wandering the wilderness going from worshipful adoration to faithless grumbling. This is my tale begging the Lord for bitter water made sweet.