Post-Birthday Post
Well, it was Chris's birthday on the seventeenth. I did my very best to make it a wonderful day for him. I made him breakfast and cleaned the house, and he enjoyed the card and present I got for him. We went out to eat at Friday's, since that's his favorite restaurant and you get ten dollars off if it's your birthday. It was funny since we'd alrady been there earlier this week, too. We had planned to go see When A Stranger Calls afterward, but when we were trying to leave the apartment, the roommate intercepted us and so our schedule was thrown off. Plus it was really busy there, and the wait was like half an hour.
Earlier today I got a call back on a resume I submitted. Unfortunately, while I thought I was applying for an actual job, I was apparently applying to a temp/temp-to-hire agency. They're supposed to help me find a job based on my skills, etc, and they have a 'university' to help me learn new skills if need be. I feel really skeptical about it, but it doesn't cost money...
I'm very anxious about the interview on Tuesday though. It's supposed to last about two hours. I just hate not knowing what to expect. I feel like I should be tailoring myself for what they want, but I don't know how to. My 'agent' sent me a self-assessment quiz or something to help assess my customer service skills and such. I probably did pretty poorly, since I was 'candid' as instructed. In hind sight, I shouldn't have answered in that way; I should've answered as if I was in Receptionist Mode like at Manor Care. I have a feeling the test is going to cause me problems. But, like Chris said, if it doesn't work out, I can look for work elsewhere.
Today started out alright. Chris went to work early, and I slept in until eleven or so. Then I got up and played with the kitties and ate some cheerios. Chris surprised me by coming home early, which was nice. Then I made everything bad by suggesting we try going to the movies again tonight. He seemed to want to, so I was happy. The movie was at 7:25, and we laid down together for a nap at five. I told myself to wake up at six, because that would give us time to go eat beforehand. I woke up at six and I tried to wake him up, and gently, but he was still very drowsy. Finally I just quietly gave up and came to my laptop.
About a quarter or ten till seven he got up rather quickly. He was asking if I still wanted to go. He seemed upset, so I said not if he didn't want to. I said we didn't really have time to eat anyway. But we went, the plan being to get Taco Bell and sneak it in; but the line at TB was really long, and we really didn't have time to make it to any of the showings. It really upset Chris. We sat in the movie theatre parking lot for about twenty minutes, then in our driveway for almost forty minutes until he finally moved to get out.
I fixed his food for him once we were inside. Then a couple hours later, when I was going to take his plate to the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around me and said he was sorry for ruining our night. I assured him that he hadn't. I'm the one that should've insisted we wait to do the movie another night - or that we either get dinner, or see the movie, not try to do both. I was just wanting to see the movie, and I was disappointed we couldn't see it on his birthday, and I upset him again. I'm just... gah. Not only am I not enough for him, but I'm not good enough for him. Now it's coming up on one thirty and he still won't come to bed even though he has to work in the morning.
I just don't know what to do. I posted some on self-injury.net and that made me feel better. I like offering advice to people, I guess... I only ever try to help, but then it ends up screwed anyway. I don't know why I bother.
Earlier today I got a call back on a resume I submitted. Unfortunately, while I thought I was applying for an actual job, I was apparently applying to a temp/temp-to-hire agency. They're supposed to help me find a job based on my skills, etc, and they have a 'university' to help me learn new skills if need be. I feel really skeptical about it, but it doesn't cost money...
I'm very anxious about the interview on Tuesday though. It's supposed to last about two hours. I just hate not knowing what to expect. I feel like I should be tailoring myself for what they want, but I don't know how to. My 'agent' sent me a self-assessment quiz or something to help assess my customer service skills and such. I probably did pretty poorly, since I was 'candid' as instructed. In hind sight, I shouldn't have answered in that way; I should've answered as if I was in Receptionist Mode like at Manor Care. I have a feeling the test is going to cause me problems. But, like Chris said, if it doesn't work out, I can look for work elsewhere.
Today started out alright. Chris went to work early, and I slept in until eleven or so. Then I got up and played with the kitties and ate some cheerios. Chris surprised me by coming home early, which was nice. Then I made everything bad by suggesting we try going to the movies again tonight. He seemed to want to, so I was happy. The movie was at 7:25, and we laid down together for a nap at five. I told myself to wake up at six, because that would give us time to go eat beforehand. I woke up at six and I tried to wake him up, and gently, but he was still very drowsy. Finally I just quietly gave up and came to my laptop.
About a quarter or ten till seven he got up rather quickly. He was asking if I still wanted to go. He seemed upset, so I said not if he didn't want to. I said we didn't really have time to eat anyway. But we went, the plan being to get Taco Bell and sneak it in; but the line at TB was really long, and we really didn't have time to make it to any of the showings. It really upset Chris. We sat in the movie theatre parking lot for about twenty minutes, then in our driveway for almost forty minutes until he finally moved to get out.
I fixed his food for him once we were inside. Then a couple hours later, when I was going to take his plate to the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around me and said he was sorry for ruining our night. I assured him that he hadn't. I'm the one that should've insisted we wait to do the movie another night - or that we either get dinner, or see the movie, not try to do both. I was just wanting to see the movie, and I was disappointed we couldn't see it on his birthday, and I upset him again. I'm just... gah. Not only am I not enough for him, but I'm not good enough for him. Now it's coming up on one thirty and he still won't come to bed even though he has to work in the morning.
I just don't know what to do. I posted some on self-injury.net and that made me feel better. I like offering advice to people, I guess... I only ever try to help, but then it ends up screwed anyway. I don't know why I bother.