In which Wednesday is hump day, and it totally feels like it.
Yesterday, I did a bunch of exercises. Then I walked all over town. Today my glutes hurt.
Last night, I went to GoHo (aka The Golden Horse) with Kit & Cat and had a marvelous time. They invited me backpacking with them sometime this summer, but only if I agree to carry the liquor.
Today I started reading American Gods for the One Book, One Twitter read-a-long.
I packed my lunch into a bento box because I miss the whole cute bento lunch thing:
Just now, I received a lovely and polite email from Integratechs informing me that they hired someone else. I was the runner-up, apparently. (Or maybe I wasn’t and they just say that to everybody. Either way, being second-best is hardly a consolation when you’ve been out of work for half a year.)
Tonight, I intend to eat a burrito (aka Cinco de Mayo) and then go to open mic at Barnaby’s with TonyG (aka the Wolf) and Toni (aka Betty), where I intend to drink SEVERAL cocktails because I don’t have a goddamned JOB, people.
Tomorrow I’m going to think. A lot. About things. Here’s a list:
- Should I move away? If so, where to?
- Should I go back to school?
- Why am I now the second choice rather than the first when I’m trying to get a job? Am I underqualified? Too old? Something else?
- Is Walla Walla kicking me out again?
- What about keeping one’s 87-year-old grandmother company? I’m single and childless, and she likes having me around. Isn’t that good enough? There’s a time-honored spinster tradition I wish to ruminate upon.
- What do I want? I mean, really?
- Does this mean I can’t see Amma this summer? Will I seriously have to wait until November to see Her?
I’m accustomed to being able to afford to see Mother every summer. I’m accustomed to having something to do. I’m accustomed to getting hired when I interview. I’m missing my old friends, the people with which I have actual history that goes back farther than a few months. I’m accustomed to knowing what to do next.
In other words, I feel poor, lazy, unemployable, lonely, and sad. Which sucks. Wait, I just got a text… Jules is gonna come get me! We’re going to eat Mexican food and drink margaritas and I shall endeavor to feel fortunate… at least until I feel drunk, that is. Excuse me now, please, while I put on some clothes.
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But you HAVE to come see Amma with us this summer! (Or rather, you have to come see us and you can go see Amma too if you want.)
I agree, but I don’t know that I’ll be able to. *sigh* I’m gonna try, though. -m
Margaritas make everything better. And soul searching questions are always best pondered while buzzed.
Yay tequila! Except I think I don’t like marg mix. So sweet. Hrm. -m
OK, I’m giving you permission to ask your gramma to gift you or loan you $$ to go see Amma. Call your mom if you need backup from that side of the family. Your company is worth something.
You’re giving me permission to borrow money? Um. Huh? (My worth, if any, is compensated by the fact that the little rent I pay doesn’t cover my use of hot water, sliced bread, electricity, etc.) -m
You’re right, that was presumptuous of me. Never mind.
Hurray! Midlife crisis! I’m going through the same thing. How can I be this old and not know what the hell I’m doing? Right now I’m seriously thinking about going back to school.
I sympathize with you on the job front. At least you got a response. Lately it seems that you email a resume and then never hear back.
I hope you find something soon. If you do decide to move, might I suggest San Diego?
I’m also considering school. Why the hell not borrow more money? *rolleyes* And yes, you may, but only if YOU live there. -m
My $.02——Go ahead and go back to school. Hanging around today’s youth will put a lot of things in perspective. I think that the sense of accomplishment that you will get from completing the program will really lift you up and get you psyched for that next “real” job. Remember to think positive! Two thumbs up and double snaps!
Ooops…wrong blog entry…!
*hehe* -m