I hate Sundays
if it wasn’t 90 degrees in this house, i’d be wearing a shock blanket, too
Normal people hate Sundays because it means they have to go back to work on Monday. I hate Sundays because it means J has to go back to work and I’m left here.
Alone.
Sundays always tend to find me in a really bad space because of that.
I’m in such a bad place, that I broke down earlier…
J was going grocery shopping and he asked me what I wanted. I pretty much screamed, “I WANT A FUCKING JOB!”
From there it went from bad to worse as I laid the following out for him:
I have a second interview with the industry place on Tuesday. I know - this is a TERRIBLE thing. How DARE they ask me back?!
The interview I was supposed to have on Friday for the Cost job has not yet been rescheduled.
The second interview - if there is one for the retirement place - won’t be until next week. Possibly. Or the week after.
Still no word from the hotel place regarding a second.
Let’s not forget, I passed up a second. (Granted, a place I didn’t want to work at, but still…)
My biggest fear now is that, because of shitty timing, I’ll be offered the job at the industry place before I know about any other position I might be the least bit interested in (i.e., the cost job, or the retirement place). It’s what happened when I took that temp job in March. I took the one that sounded good, that offered first, because I got twitchy about being stuck at home. In the end, I missed out on a second, and a first interview at two different places that would have probably been much better fits.
I don’t want to make the wrong choice.
I’m TERRIFIED to make the wrong choice.
How the hell am I supposed to get past this and trust myself?!?!