The search proceeds most efficaciously.

"Welcome to the voyage of the Work Trek Erin-prise. My four week mission, to seek out new employment, and new PFO letters. To boldly state, that no one has worked as hard as me before!"

There is a point, in the quest for new employment, at which you start to feel a bit dirty, a bit... insincere. It isn't that I don't genuinely want to work for any of the companies I've applied to. I do. But it becomes a bit grating to churn out cover letter after cover letter which essentially translates to:

"Hello,
Please look at my CV. I am great. Your company is great. I really like your tie, by the way. The colour really brings out your eyes. Also, I am really great. And so is your company. Let's get great and great together, shall we? Together, if you make the great decision to not turn this cover letter and accompanying resume into delightful paper airplanes (excellent job with the creases, by the way... really sharp!), then your great company, with me as one of its many great employees, will embark on the path of ever-increasing greatness together! By the way, have you been working out? You look.... great.
Sincerely,
Me."

I've also started to have moments of random self-destruction, wherein I will re-examine one of the cover letters I have already sent into cyberspace (the unforgiving virtual pneumatic tube), and find some sort of very benign, minor error (i.e. one paragraph is one space further ahead than the next), and berate myself for it until about 2 in the morning.
"How could you have made that error? What are you, some sort of spacebar show-off? Couldn't leave spaces for anybody else, could you? Noooooo... You had to get all fancy with the indents! God, you make me sick!"

Also, I have this epic sinus infection that makes the creature from Alien look incredibly attractive by comparison. Seriously. There is a bard outside my window right now, composing stanzas about my heroic battle with sinusitis.

However, things are looking up as of today, because the doctor gave me these antibiotics that are apparently so effective, they will kill all living organisms within a ten kilometre radius if you even open the pill bottle. Strangely, though, they were very strict about not taking any vitamins whilst taking said "Death Pill (like the Death Star, only easier to swallow)". I guess they don't want to provide any false hope to any lingering surviving cells.
Liver cell: "Cough...wheeze... so... cold... so... Hey, is that Vitamin C?"
Stomach cell: "No! No! It's mine! Mwa ha ha ha!"
Cancer cell: "Hey guys, what's up? I just moved in!"
Liver and stomach cell: "Oh crap."