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beansideThursday seems to have come very quickly this week. But alas, it's office day. This should be interesting. I realized after my post yesterday that I'm really quite pissed off about the job situation. I thought I was just down about it, but no, i'm angry. I'm not really good at being angry, it's uncomfortable for me. But I am. So, I guess it's time to job hunt.
I fucking hate job hunting. It's being told over and over again that you're not what someone wants. Not a great feeling when you're already dispirited. But, it's what I'm going to do. I've put in about a dozen applications, so we'll see if I get any nibbles.
I'd prefer the 911 job, because doing something in the medical field again sounds good. And I'd feel like I was making a difference. The downside is that the class for it doesn't start til November, so that would be a couple more months that I'd be stuck in IKEA.
But I've thrown my application in all over the place. Nothing for less than $50k. I bring a lot to the job and I feel like I'm worth that much.
I don't know why, but yesterday, my shoulder decided that I had mortally offended it. I had pain with movement, shooting up into my neck. Later, the neck joined the party, and I couldn't turn my head. It got bad enough that I popped a full muscle relaxant before our Brindlewood Bay game. Hopefully, I wasn't too noticeably fucked up. It was the only way I was going to be able to play.
Tomorrow, I shall get my ass together and go get my mammogram, I suppose. I don't want to, and if I feel crappy, I may bow out, but I'm going to try.poisontaster yelled at me for ignoring my health in favor of dad, so I'm going to try to get myself together.
And then Saturday, we get to go and visit withcoyotegestalt and werylady! We're going to have Thai food and it will be lovely. Okay, time for me to get myself together, I suppose. There is more coffee to be chugged and breakfast to be figured out. Everyone have a lovely Thursday!
I fucking hate job hunting. It's being told over and over again that you're not what someone wants. Not a great feeling when you're already dispirited. But, it's what I'm going to do. I've put in about a dozen applications, so we'll see if I get any nibbles.
I'd prefer the 911 job, because doing something in the medical field again sounds good. And I'd feel like I was making a difference. The downside is that the class for it doesn't start til November, so that would be a couple more months that I'd be stuck in IKEA.
But I've thrown my application in all over the place. Nothing for less than $50k. I bring a lot to the job and I feel like I'm worth that much.
I don't know why, but yesterday, my shoulder decided that I had mortally offended it. I had pain with movement, shooting up into my neck. Later, the neck joined the party, and I couldn't turn my head. It got bad enough that I popped a full muscle relaxant before our Brindlewood Bay game. Hopefully, I wasn't too noticeably fucked up. It was the only way I was going to be able to play.
Tomorrow, I shall get my ass together and go get my mammogram, I suppose. I don't want to, and if I feel crappy, I may bow out, but I'm going to try.
poisontaster yelled at me for ignoring my health in favor of dad, so I'm going to try to get myself together. And then Saturday, we get to go and visit with
coyotegestalt and werylady! We're going to have Thai food and it will be lovely. Okay, time for me to get myself together, I suppose. There is more coffee to be chugged and breakfast to be figured out. Everyone have a lovely Thursday!
