Written at 9:15PM on 9/6/11:
Well, I thought I was going to hear something today on the job front. I even called in sick from work because I could tell the anxiety over it was going to be all encompassing if I didn't. But nothing came. It is the general consensus that I can call tomorrow to inquire, but it doesn't seem like a good sign if they haven't tried to call me about a position that starts on Monday. But I do so want it to be true that I keep thinking about how well the interviews went and invent possible scenarios as to why I haven't heard anything yet.
The rest of the work week is now going to look like work. day off. work. day off. work possible last day. That would be awesome. No, awesome is an understatement. I would be elated if that was how the rest of the week went. Even the whole internet debacle would fail to phase me. I wouldn't have to endlessly quote The Smith's "Please Let Me Get What I Want" ad naseum, and everything would be right and just in the world.
This eating healthy thing is having me constantly hungry, snacking on stuff throughout the day (all healthy) and feeling really tired really early. Like I needed to write this now because I could have just fallen asleep at 9PM no problem. Then again, I am also waking up still really early. This false correlation between eating habits and energy I fully acknowledge and realize could be a product of oncoming woman painage. When have logical explanations stopped me from bitching about unrelated matters, though?
Well, I thought I was going to hear something today on the job front. I even called in sick from work because I could tell the anxiety over it was going to be all encompassing if I didn't. But nothing came. It is the general consensus that I can call tomorrow to inquire, but it doesn't seem like a good sign if they haven't tried to call me about a position that starts on Monday. But I do so want it to be true that I keep thinking about how well the interviews went and invent possible scenarios as to why I haven't heard anything yet.
The rest of the work week is now going to look like work. day off. work. day off. work possible last day. That would be awesome. No, awesome is an understatement. I would be elated if that was how the rest of the week went. Even the whole internet debacle would fail to phase me. I wouldn't have to endlessly quote The Smith's "Please Let Me Get What I Want" ad naseum, and everything would be right and just in the world.
This eating healthy thing is having me constantly hungry, snacking on stuff throughout the day (all healthy) and feeling really tired really early. Like I needed to write this now because I could have just fallen asleep at 9PM no problem. Then again, I am also waking up still really early. This false correlation between eating habits and energy I fully acknowledge and realize could be a product of oncoming woman painage. When have logical explanations stopped me from bitching about unrelated matters, though?
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