July 16, 2011 by Heather
After typing the title I realized what a horrific saying that is. I mean, it isn’t literal, of course, but still. But I feel like beating a dead horse tonight, the dead horse being getting fired from my job. I promise that eventually I will move past this and blog about amazingly interesting and spectacular things. Not tonight, though.
The gamut of feelings/emotions I have felt in the 18 days since getting $#!+-canned:
Confused <–quite a bit.
Not good enough.
Free. Haha. What, it’s true.
Like I don’t have a clue what to do.
I still don’t have a clue what to do. Those stupid dang dumb fake jobs on craigslist that I sent my resume to have bombarded my junk mail inbox with loads of ridiculous crap-ola. I have applied to other ones too that I am just waiting to hear back from. Every time my phone rings I am hoping it is the hospital calling me for an interview. Buuut, nope.
Mom says if she were me, she’d be more urgent about finding a job. I know I probably should be, but I don’t want to work at a grocery store. I don’t want to work at a craft store or a restaurant. I want a job that garners a little bit of respect, at least from myself. I’m sure next month when my thoughts are more along the lines of, “I want to pay the rent,” I will be pimping myself out to every fast food place in town.
I just still feel so ridiculous.
And I am so tired, what’s up with that? I started taking some B-12 supplements earlier this week, so I’m hoping the added vitamins will lift my exhaustion from the depths of the earth. So far, nada.
I promise more enthusiastic blog posts in the near future 🙂