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This has been a day from hell, and frankly, I am overloaded right now. I need somebody to just STFU and listen to me for a few seconds while I vent and whine then I can get on with my life... Help!!!
OK--I've been jobless for over a year. I got forced out of a job I loved, and I have been working contract stuff since the unemployment ran out. We've been luckier than most, but I am not good with this "at home" thing. It has made me nuts.
So now, I have a job offer from a guy I trust as far as I can throw him, and the SOB cut the salary before he made me an offer. I can live with this if I have to--I NEED a job. I have till Wed to decide on it.
In the meantime, I had three interviews set with a program that I REALLY want to work for, one of them was a PR/fund-raising job that I would kill for. It paid great, and it was exactly the kind of job I really want to be doing. The other two are OK jobs--certainly preferable to the one I have an offer for--but no way do they excite me as much as that PR job.
I left the house this morning looking for something to wear to interview in tomorrow--and I find (eureka!) a dress on the clearance rack that not only fits, but looks wonderful--for $20! I get home about fifteen minutes before five and I find a message on my machine that I need to call the HR director--that the interview for the ONE job I really want has been canceled. "Please call me ASAP." is how it ended. needless to say, she was gone for the day when I called her back.
OK, this too shall pass. I figure that any interview is better than nothing, take what you can get--ya know? I'm bummed--but not completely whipped yet.
I go to my kid's softball game, and the other freaking coach who was supposed to bring water for the team, forgot to do it--so I have fifteen little girls in the dugout who are playing in 90 degree heat with no water. I run to the quickie mart and buy two gallons of water, ice and cups just so those poor kids don't get dangerously dehydrated, and the freaking SOB comes up AFTER the game and says, "Oh, gee, I guess I forgot to bring any water..."
I manage NOT to chew him a new one for being so careless about the kids, and make an escape with my daughter who THEN falls down and skins up her knee. I drive home with bleeding kid, crying in the backseat.
I walk in the front door and find the message light flashing again, and it is my mother telling me she's having surgery tomorrow at the same time as my remaining interviews. I call her back and she's so out to lunch she can't even explain fully why she's having a surgery, let alone how long it will take.
I want to just sit in my garage and chain smoke. I want to sit and drink about ten gallons of Bloody Marys, and I wish I had a bale of... er... I can't say that here. Anyhow, my day has sucked, it is shaping up that tomorrow isn't gonna be much better, and I just needed to vent.
Thanks for letting me. Feel free to offer advice, BTW, at this point, I'm sure it can only get better.
Laura
PS, did I mention I have CRAMPS too???
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