Birthdays come and go

Six months into my job search and I have landed a job working through the local temp agency. I didn't expect it would come to this. I had hoped to join the white collar ranks, make upwards of $30,000 plus health benefits, in a county and possibly state other than my current residence. I realize that this is a contract position and it doesn't look much better on my resume than a gap does but, seriously, I'm in a contract position: exactly where I didn't want to end up. Beggars can't be choosers and I suppose I could always be in wore straits. I really thought that in half a year I'd be in a different place. My birthday, unofficially marking the six-month adventure, was pleasant on the whole but I truly expected to be in a full-time position. Disappointment drips with dullness.