Muddy Water (Runs Deep?)

I'm having a love-hate thing right now with Boston. I mean, this place is my home, and it has never looked as good as it does now (just a nice little town, with lots of greenery), but come on - what's the deal here? Why has it been so darned duece difficult to find a job in this burg? I have been able to find work all over the world. I have traveled throughout the U.S. and gotten jobs. No problem. Come home to The Hub, and nada, bupkis, zippo. Sure, I could bag grocceries, I suppose, but I'm looking for something with a little more... let's say "job growth potential". It is bruising my ego. So, on Wednesday I'm packing up my resume and jumping into my '91 Canadian-built Toyota Corolla All-Trac wagon (herein to be called "Maru-chan") and trekking to points west and south to find new gainful employment. I don't know, maybe it is some sort of universal truth that the closer you get to your roots the greater the repulsive force (like trying to push two positive-sided magnets together). My friends roll their eyes and tell me that I'm exagerating (oh, are these the same kamaraden who spent years looking for work, and are still holding out for that "really good one" to come along?). Well, call me nuts, but away I must go. Yeah, we all like to think that we would be Columbus, but in reality most of us would be the guy wishing him well and standing at the quay waving good-bye to the Santa Maria. Not me, though. Nosirree, I'm gonna sail my Maru-Chan to a New World of Employment. Or, fall off the edge of the World (which, some people have told me, ends somewhere beyond Route I-495... )
Still though, I wish I could find a job here. So, [insert shameless plug here] if any of you out there are in need of someone with heaps of international experience (and happen to be in the greater Boston Area) drop me line. No, seriously, or I could end up like this guy: http://www.oddtodd.com/ (hmmm... maybe I should learn Flash...). Of course, it doesn't improve my humour to read that Massachusetts is the only state to have lost population (oh man, come on guys - we're letting Delaware beat us?) and our region is ninth place out of nine in job growth. I feel like Apollo Creed in Rocky III, grabbing The Bay State by the lapels (as it whines pitifully about "..we'll worry about job growth tomorrow, tomorrow...") and I yell: "Damn it Massachusetts! There ain't no tomorrow!" . Then we start our training sequence and in the end we all get jobs (after metaphorically knocking out Clubber Lang - Mr. T. - who represents malaise). Guess we are all still bummed out over Mick dying and all... but we gotta get get back into the ring!