It's Been A Ridiculously Long While
Ah, it's good to be back here. I don't know why, but for the longest time I couldn't get into my account, so that's my excuse - take it or leave it.
Job-hunting is the pits. It gets you all nervous and then you sweat and then by the time you get there you're a sweaty mess and you make a fool of yourself. I have an interview tomorrow, but having just explained the problem, it doesn't look good... Cross your fingers, hope to die, rather stick a needle in my eye than go to a job interview.
I feel crazy at the moment. A moment that's lasted about 5 years, but that's not important. I've become more and more convinced that all this whitecoat fluff is a waste of time. The one 'coat that I don't hate seems at a loss 'cause I guess I'm just too damn difficult to figure out. It's the fifth time around and I'm tired. Tired of trying. Tired of going: "Maybe this is it!...Then again, maybe not." Tired of the stuff that's supposed to stop the panic attacks. I don't know why it's so hard to say - panic attacks - I guess it's embarrassing. I know, I know; I shouldn't be embarrassed because the fetal position and hyperventilation is super, super sexy.
Tomorrow is round 6 and I'm not expecting much. At least there is a Starbucks in my future. Perhaps all is not lost.
Is it sad when coffee is the highlight of my day?
Job-hunting is the pits. It gets you all nervous and then you sweat and then by the time you get there you're a sweaty mess and you make a fool of yourself. I have an interview tomorrow, but having just explained the problem, it doesn't look good... Cross your fingers, hope to die, rather stick a needle in my eye than go to a job interview.
I feel crazy at the moment. A moment that's lasted about 5 years, but that's not important. I've become more and more convinced that all this whitecoat fluff is a waste of time. The one 'coat that I don't hate seems at a loss 'cause I guess I'm just too damn difficult to figure out. It's the fifth time around and I'm tired. Tired of trying. Tired of going: "Maybe this is it!...Then again, maybe not." Tired of the stuff that's supposed to stop the panic attacks. I don't know why it's so hard to say - panic attacks - I guess it's embarrassing. I know, I know; I shouldn't be embarrassed because the fetal position and hyperventilation is super, super sexy.
Tomorrow is round 6 and I'm not expecting much. At least there is a Starbucks in my future. Perhaps all is not lost.
Is it sad when coffee is the highlight of my day?
posted by Breanne at 10:15 PM
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