Yeah, been there, done that, wanna see the scars?
So, you can't get hired? Your GPA is not real good. You're the wrong race, color, complexion, attitude. Welcome to the real world. In the real world, a good day is where you eat, avoid getting eaten, procreate, and die peacefully in your sleep. Today, millions will not have a good day. And yet, the rain will fall, the Sun will shine and the grass will grow. Life endures.
Now, having rained on your picnic, let me say: I feel for you. I got my AS in Electronics in the Bay Area in 1979. Life was grand. I would always have an interesting, well paying job.
NNO-O-OTTTT! When I graduated, the electronics field in the bay area was hotter then a machine gun on D-Day. I easilly found jobs within 25 miles of my home, which was north of San Francisco. Now, the good, interesting jobs are 50 to 60 miles out in Silicon Valley. The first eye opener was when, after losing my first job just two years out of college, I sat six months without a job. And not for lack of trying. I hit the employment office, checked the want ads, haunted my college job board, and called previous near-employers. The one thing I didn't do was network among my friends, as I am something of a loaner. In the end, my brother, a programmer, got me in to see an engineer who was looking for someone with digital experience - despite the fact they already had four technicians! I got the job because the other guys couldn't be bothered to learn about 68000 processors, they were died-in-the-wool Z80 fanatics.
Now I am approaching 60, and caring for my ailing mother, so am not free to move closer to the hot spots, like Raleigh, NC, or San Diego, CA. And age counts for a lot, as no one wants to hire you, spend a year or two to train you into the job, only to lose you to retirement in less than ten years.
I have found in the long run networking and contacts did more for me than want ads, hiring outfits, and web job searches. A former employer was looking for a junior engineer to work in my department (warning! warning! junior engineers can now be hired for the wages of a lowly technician!!). After two months of listening to HR moaning no one would come in for a second interview (yeah, they sucked), I found the winning candidate. She was managing a local Radio Shack. After six months, she gave up trying to find a "suitable position", and signed on with RS as a counter person, then quickly wedged herself into the manager's spot. My company immediately snapped her up. She did documentation. She was still doing docs six months later when I got the boot. She eventually went on to a real job, for an aerospace company. She was Filipino. Does this close any switches for you?
Along the way, I tried to get a job with BART, the Bay Area Rapid Transit people. They run the local commute trains in the bay area. I sat at a table with two supervisors and about twenty other applicants. I and one (rather aged) supervisor were the only caucasians in the room. I was the oldest applicant by 10 to 15 years. I think I did OK on the test. I never got the followup call.
My brother spent four years in college. He is incredibly intelligent. He started college looking for a degree in physics. Every spring his counselors told him what the hot jobs were, so he tailored his courses for those fields. In the end he came out a nuclear engineer, when nuclear was becoming a dirty word. He spent a year and a half looking for a job, any job. He couldn't get a job loading boxes at a wharehouse because he was "over qualified". He tried to borrow $40 from me so he could get a starter kit of deodorants so he could sell door to door. He found a temporary job with the Coast Guard evaluating the flotation characteristics of different foams. He hit pay dirt when he got a job with the Navy working on nuclear subs. He eventually taught himself programming. After that, he never went begging for a job, they came looking for him. Now he's in Germany, programming Linux drivers for new electronics hardware for a living. If it wasn't for bad investments he would be sitting very pretty indeed.
So, you're not happy that the brass ring has eluded you so far and you fear the merry-go-round may stop before you get it. Get a job at Radio Shack, print up lots of business cards (put your bulleted points of experience on the back), and next time I'm out your way, I'll see what I can do for you. Just don't throw in the towel quite yet.
In the mean time, thank God that this is your biggest problem while real tragedy stalks the world.
kenjj