Let's get out of this country

It's been a while. Of course, everyone says that, and I could say that I completely understand how time gets away from you with everything that has to be done. And yet the problem is that I really don't have anything to do. At least, not in the typical "job and school" sense; that typicality stopped abruptly in June, and so now I'm one of the unremarkable masses who are unemployed. I thought unemployment was going to be an exciting respite to the usual routine, and then suddenly, I would get a great job offer and I would be gone around July (and I had begun my search in February). Bitterness set in around the end of June; I kept thinking, "What the fuck is a Masters degrees supposed to get me now?" I have a good deal of debt that I have to pay off, but it was all under the pretense that I would get a wonderfully important job at the end of it all. I admit that it was kind of a bad idea for me to decide to enter the world of work in the middle of a recession, but at the moment, it's the only thing that even remotely makes sense. A job is the only thing I can agree on at this point.
Really, I put my nose to the grindstone on the job search and have pumped out a little over eighty applications in sixth months. I'd say that's pretty decent. I've had a few callbacks, two interviews and now--the first even remote possibility that I've had in a very long time. The telephone interview went well. The thank-you note I sent went over even better; the interviewer sent a thank-you note a half hour later saying that it had been wonderful to speak to me as well.
I worry I might be putting all my eggs in one basket; I went shopping for an interview outfit (it was at Target, but still) and I don't even know if I've been selected to come down to Chicago. And then I start to think about actually being in the workforce: getting up early, looking professional, having to do actual work (gah!) and I wonder if I'm ready for it. Ridiculous, I know.
Either way, I will be ready for work because it has to happen. It simply has to. One cannot stay unemployed forever; on one hand, I will plow through my savings account very, very quickly, and on the other hand, I do not have enough things to occupy me for most of the day. For example, today I had the intention of going to sell some of my books, however the bookseller was not in at the store, so I instead went to Goodwill to look for appropriate work clothes for a job that I don't have. Again, ridiculous. Oh, and I went for a run and ate cheese fries. Together, accounting for about four hours of my day.
I need a job. Eggs in one basket be damned. (And I'll be sure to keep this post for when, some day, I have a job and then I start to complain about it.)