I've got love for you if you were born in the 50s
Bit by bit, I'm putting my life together again.
My new goal is to apply for a new job every day. I really should be applying for as many as I can each day, but I think I might feel the need to throw myself into the dumpster by the end of the day if I did that, and so. One per day at least feels like something (to me).
Annndddd....
I've been cooking more lately. I made lasagna for the first time two days ago, and Vic told me it was delicious. And I realized that being domestic isn't as bad as I thought. It actually makes me feel better about myself. Cleaning and doing laundry and cooking make me feel like I'm doing something productive, even if it's trivial.
Trivial, but necessary.
But anyway. I applied for a job I actually think I'd like: bibliographic specialist at a publishing company in Ann Arbor. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Oh, and I talked with a lawyer about my problem. My parents have been surprisingly supportive about it, and I'm trying to reassure them that this will NEVER EVER happen again. It shouldn't have happened in the first place, really, but the only thing I can do now is make sure the first time was the last time. (I don't know how convinced my dad is, though. He keeps calling and asking how I am and hinting that I really need to keep my drinking under control.)
I'm looking up vacuums on amazon.com. I have a $50 gift card from Christmas, and I really want to put it to good use. It's that or more kitchen appliances, I think.
I restarted my grad school application, currently waiting for my laundry to be done, and I've just finished cleaning off the coffee and kitchen tables.
In conclusion, I'm feeling really good right now. Healthier than normal. And tonight, when I get back to Vic's, I'm going to finish those dishes in his sink so his sister's don't think I'm a good-for-nothing, and I'm going to help him clean his room, and then I'm going to cook something delicious.
I'm on a housewife-y binge, and I can't stop myself.
My new goal is to apply for a new job every day. I really should be applying for as many as I can each day, but I think I might feel the need to throw myself into the dumpster by the end of the day if I did that, and so. One per day at least feels like something (to me).
Annndddd....
I've been cooking more lately. I made lasagna for the first time two days ago, and Vic told me it was delicious. And I realized that being domestic isn't as bad as I thought. It actually makes me feel better about myself. Cleaning and doing laundry and cooking make me feel like I'm doing something productive, even if it's trivial.
Trivial, but necessary.
But anyway. I applied for a job I actually think I'd like: bibliographic specialist at a publishing company in Ann Arbor. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Oh, and I talked with a lawyer about my problem. My parents have been surprisingly supportive about it, and I'm trying to reassure them that this will NEVER EVER happen again. It shouldn't have happened in the first place, really, but the only thing I can do now is make sure the first time was the last time. (I don't know how convinced my dad is, though. He keeps calling and asking how I am and hinting that I really need to keep my drinking under control.)
I'm looking up vacuums on amazon.com. I have a $50 gift card from Christmas, and I really want to put it to good use. It's that or more kitchen appliances, I think.
I restarted my grad school application, currently waiting for my laundry to be done, and I've just finished cleaning off the coffee and kitchen tables.
In conclusion, I'm feeling really good right now. Healthier than normal. And tonight, when I get back to Vic's, I'm going to finish those dishes in his sink so his sister's don't think I'm a good-for-nothing, and I'm going to help him clean his room, and then I'm going to cook something delicious.
I'm on a housewife-y binge, and I can't stop myself.