This week kinda sucked
We're officially not answering the phone on Sundays anymore, because between last Sunday and this one we got three 'Somebody Died' phone calls, going in ascending order from 'oh that's vaguely sad' to 'shocking and terribly upsetting'. The last one was my Mom's best friend who had spent part of this past winter in a coma, but had come round and was almost back to herself again, which just makes all the worse of course.
Oh and one of my Great Aunts (I think I have 3? But this one I've actually met and like) broke her hip. But she's supposedly okay. Woke right up and asked the doctor to prescribe her a martini. Which is a whole other issue, but is at least business as usual.
And I'm officially tired of this job hunt business. I'm ready to get up in the morning and know what the hell I'm doing. I had several interview this week, the last one for a job I really wanted. I don't really think it went well, but I don't really know. I just don't think I can stand to go through much more them. They take more out of me than anything I've ever done.
At least I'm in better shape than Chad, who quit his job at R Club for many excellent reasons, especially the fact that they would not allow him to go home after getting heat stroke and throwing up (purple, he tells me)in front of all the kids, and then later that day he has be locked into an empty classroom with all the kids (by himself) because an angry Momma is coming round with a shotgun demanding to see her child. As if the chronic apathy and meaness pervasive among the staff wasn't enough.
Anyway, I'm tired, so I'm gonna go eat some cheesecake and knit something. I've decided to complete at least one knitting project per week so I have some sort of manageable goals going on so I can feel like I'm doing something.
Oh and one of my Great Aunts (I think I have 3? But this one I've actually met and like) broke her hip. But she's supposedly okay. Woke right up and asked the doctor to prescribe her a martini. Which is a whole other issue, but is at least business as usual.
And I'm officially tired of this job hunt business. I'm ready to get up in the morning and know what the hell I'm doing. I had several interview this week, the last one for a job I really wanted. I don't really think it went well, but I don't really know. I just don't think I can stand to go through much more them. They take more out of me than anything I've ever done.
At least I'm in better shape than Chad, who quit his job at R Club for many excellent reasons, especially the fact that they would not allow him to go home after getting heat stroke and throwing up (purple, he tells me)in front of all the kids, and then later that day he has be locked into an empty classroom with all the kids (by himself) because an angry Momma is coming round with a shotgun demanding to see her child. As if the chronic apathy and meaness pervasive among the staff wasn't enough.
Anyway, I'm tired, so I'm gonna go eat some cheesecake and knit something. I've decided to complete at least one knitting project per week so I have some sort of manageable goals going on so I can feel like I'm doing something.