I thought about not writing today. I’m such a ball of nervous energy right now, I’m afraid I won’t make sense.
So far, I’m three-for-three on the interviews. Nobody’s offered anything yet, but I get the feeling they went well. Of course, I’m always second-guessing myself, so I went out to Tanglewood Mall and put in a few more applications. You can never be too sure if anything will come through. I have been in situations like this and bet on being hired, only to end up disappointed later.
One phrase that always kills me is “We’re going to talk to two or three other people…” I’ve found that that is the kiss of death at an interview. It usually means “You’re not what we want, and we’re going to spend the next several days proving it.” I haven’t heard that so far.
Tomorrow, I’m going to put in a few more. I’m usually off Fridays so it works out pretty well.
My friend Muddy helped me put some things in perspective. I won’t tell you what she said, but she’s really smart and I took some of her advice already. I feel a little better for it.
One thing about this short period of self-absorption is that I haven’t been paying attention to folks like I usually do, and it sounds like my friend Heather is a little down in my absence. Heather, if you read this, I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention, and I hope that you are feeling a little better.
Another thing I’ve noticed is that if you watch enough episodes of The Jeffersons and Good Times, you’ll find out that any everyday problem can be solved with the right approach.
Let’s see what else is on my mind….well, for one thing, I’m losing my enthusiasm for fast food. Kevin and I went to Long John Silvers while we were out, and I could barely eat it. The fish was okay, but everything else sucked. They did not do well, so I didn’t ring the bell. (If you’ve ever been to LJS, you’ll get what I’m saying)
The minor renovations at Tanglewood are progressing. JCPenney’s started renovating finally and I finally got into the new T.J. Maxx, which doesn’t have mall access like before. I get the feeling that end of the mall is about to change a lot. I think they’re going to get rid of the corridor in the old Woolco and add another big box store.
Allen’s still not here yet (which is a good thing) but he’ll probably still show up. It feels like waiting on a hurricane. He’ll probably show up in the middle of the night, but he won’t have any of my fancy toiletries to freshen up with. I put them all in my room.
I figure I bought them and he’s made a hell of a lot more money than I have. He can fend for himself. I did leave some cheaper stuff, Axe body wash, soap, toothpaste and all, but I definitely took up whatever I can’t afford to replace. It’s more than fair. Actually, it eliminates a lot of the bathroom clutter he was complaining about.
But you know what? Fuck him! I may not be where I want to be yet, but I can’t let his presence affect me as much. It’s letting the devil win, and I sure as hell don’t need that to happen. I’ll never be able to pick myself up if I fall for something that stupid.
You know what? That last part was actually pretty fun to type! Maybe all the prayers y’all are sending up are helping.
Anyway, I need to close. I feel a little better now, so maybe I’ll be able to sleep.