When I was job-hunting, in late 2004-early 2005, it was extremely important that I cultivated happiness. I was depressed and a tiny bit frightened: I needed just a little froth of gladness.
Every morning I would spend about 3 hours on the computer, searching opportunities on Monster.com (useless) and CareerBuilder.com (uselessuseless), researching various companies – usually the ones that had resident pets got my resume automatically whether they were looking for people or not – and emailing resumes.
But this was sad, wearisome work. To counteract this I would play music while I researched and searched and sent. And more often than not I would be listening to this (click on the little arrow, to the left), played loud. I could only hope that one day I will be so passionate about my work.