this time i'm going after everything that i ever wanted, this time i'll show you what i can become
Sooooo didn't end up going to apply on Wednesday (clinic was closed) so instead applied on Thursday. And can you guess what I woke up with on Thursday? A migraine? You don't say!
I really think I fucked over my body by missing out on a month of birth control. I don't actually know if that's how it works, but I DO know that my body had adjusted amazingly to Levora and I had very little issue in regards to amplified migraines. But after missing that month? My next period was atrocious. I know some of it had to do with also having death cold but it was just exceptionally bad. This period was pretty bad, too. Not as awful as the previous one (so maybe that means I'm re-adjusting) but still pretty icky. And I'm still doing that thing where I forget to eat before dinner, which I'm pretty sure does not help to keep my migraines at bay.
Anyway, so of course that morning I wake up with a migraine. Decide to just knock it out with pills, go back to sleep, and try and move on with the day. Still got to the clinic at about 1-ish, turns out they did not still have my previous application, refilled and left. As I was sitting there filling stuff out, I heard a comment from the girl handling my application that I'm not entirely sure I was supposed to hear: "She's so clean cut, too!" Normally I would take this as an incredibly positive sign of my chances but, lbr, I have absolutely no qualifications for this job. They want experience with animals in a "professional setting", I have nothing. And the last actual job I held was a ridiculous amount of years ago, I'm not sure it even qualifies as relevant it was that old. Honestly? I don't even know if Chong and Bob still run it - I'd assume so, they were the Presidents of the company, but I just don't know. It's possible they won't even be able to confirm I ever worked there.
So while the comment was humorous and made me feel good about myself, my hopes for this job are very limited. I'm still very much in the position of being able to be choosy about what I apply for (excuse me while my privilege shows) as my father hasn't attempted to rush me into this in any fashion, but I really would like to get out there and do something for myself.
I really think I fucked over my body by missing out on a month of birth control. I don't actually know if that's how it works, but I DO know that my body had adjusted amazingly to Levora and I had very little issue in regards to amplified migraines. But after missing that month? My next period was atrocious. I know some of it had to do with also having death cold but it was just exceptionally bad. This period was pretty bad, too. Not as awful as the previous one (so maybe that means I'm re-adjusting) but still pretty icky. And I'm still doing that thing where I forget to eat before dinner, which I'm pretty sure does not help to keep my migraines at bay.
Anyway, so of course that morning I wake up with a migraine. Decide to just knock it out with pills, go back to sleep, and try and move on with the day. Still got to the clinic at about 1-ish, turns out they did not still have my previous application, refilled and left. As I was sitting there filling stuff out, I heard a comment from the girl handling my application that I'm not entirely sure I was supposed to hear: "She's so clean cut, too!" Normally I would take this as an incredibly positive sign of my chances but, lbr, I have absolutely no qualifications for this job. They want experience with animals in a "professional setting", I have nothing. And the last actual job I held was a ridiculous amount of years ago, I'm not sure it even qualifies as relevant it was that old. Honestly? I don't even know if Chong and Bob still run it - I'd assume so, they were the Presidents of the company, but I just don't know. It's possible they won't even be able to confirm I ever worked there.
So while the comment was humorous and made me feel good about myself, my hopes for this job are very limited. I'm still very much in the position of being able to be choosy about what I apply for (excuse me while my privilege shows) as my father hasn't attempted to rush me into this in any fashion, but I really would like to get out there and do something for myself.