Feb 07, 2008 01:43
I hate job-hunting. I've done a lot of it. It's always hard, but now I'm having a bad time. It's difficult to look for a job when you're still mourning your old one. I don't want another job. I want the job I had. And there's just nothing. No phleb jobs, no MA jobs. Every day is just a little worse than the one before it. I first was diagnosed with depression in 9th grade. I know there have been times when say, a co-worker saw me taking pills and asked why. I'd be like, "Oh, I'm bipolar." and they'd say, "Really? I had no idea." I liked that. I thought it was like a compliment. That's why they make pills like that, so you can be like normal people and nobody knows any different. Except right now I feel mentally ill. It's the worst feeling. I cry at stupid things. I laugh at stupid things. I sleep at stupid times. I don't trust my emotions. I'm sometimes afraid of going out in public. I feel like people can almost look at me and know how I feel, even though I probably look perfectly normal to anybody but myself. Or do I?
George is putting the house on the market again.
Ted is job-hunting. He has an interview Monday. I wish he'd open up to looking for a job outside of Lincoln. He says he wants to keep Clark in the same school. Yes, that would be nice. But living above the poverty line for a change would also be nice. I've never lived outside of Lincoln. Maybe I'd like to see what it's like somewhere else. Maybe Clark would like to see what it's like. It's not like I want to move annually and make him change schools seven times. I'm talking about the prospect of one positive move. I think we're at a crossroads and it's the perfect time to think about a big change. I'm unemployed, Ted is underemployed, and if we don't change that soon we can't afford our house and will have to move anyway. And besides, you never know, George might actually sell it.
I thoroughly enjoyed the Colbert Report tonight. I think Obama will be our next president.