Autopilot
He's right, and I know it. I do this every year, every month it seems sometimes. I get stressed out, bottle it in until it's pretty much eaten me all up inside and I become sick. It's pathetic. It seems like there's always some kind of pressure inside me, like I'm about to burst.
So I'm trying not to do this anymore. I need to remember to take it one thing at a time...one small step in front of the other until I'm good again. There's just so many things, and as soon as I think of one thing, another one pops up, then another, until it's all just a jumble of things I need to do floating around in my mind and I go crazy and end up putting them all off until it gets to be so much and I go crazy.
I had a job interview today at Sacramento Animal Hospital. It went really good, I think, and the one doing the interview was the lady we got Luna from. It's funny, because there was a picture behind her desk of her holding our little baby Luna, and I can recognize that face anywhere. It's just weird to remember that our dog would've been somebody else's dog if things had worked out differently. It's weird to imagine how our lives would be without her. Maybe less stressful, but I never really think about the stress related to her...it just always seems worth it.
Anyway, I have another interview with them on Monday, and apparently I come highly recommended by Pat's mom, so we'll see how it goes. She asked about pay, of course, and I hate when they ask you that question. What do you say? I mean, seriously...I need a job, and if you want to pay me in Taco Bell, at this point, I'll fucking take it.
I've always known that all things that happen tend to work out for the best. Right now, times are really tough, but we're still living and as long as we have food to eat and friends to hang out with, it can't really be all that bad. It's always been my philosophy that you go through the rough times so that when the good times come, you can appreciate them more.
So I'm trying not to do this anymore. I need to remember to take it one thing at a time...one small step in front of the other until I'm good again. There's just so many things, and as soon as I think of one thing, another one pops up, then another, until it's all just a jumble of things I need to do floating around in my mind and I go crazy and end up putting them all off until it gets to be so much and I go crazy.
I had a job interview today at Sacramento Animal Hospital. It went really good, I think, and the one doing the interview was the lady we got Luna from. It's funny, because there was a picture behind her desk of her holding our little baby Luna, and I can recognize that face anywhere. It's just weird to remember that our dog would've been somebody else's dog if things had worked out differently. It's weird to imagine how our lives would be without her. Maybe less stressful, but I never really think about the stress related to her...it just always seems worth it.
Anyway, I have another interview with them on Monday, and apparently I come highly recommended by Pat's mom, so we'll see how it goes. She asked about pay, of course, and I hate when they ask you that question. What do you say? I mean, seriously...I need a job, and if you want to pay me in Taco Bell, at this point, I'll fucking take it.
I've always known that all things that happen tend to work out for the best. Right now, times are really tough, but we're still living and as long as we have food to eat and friends to hang out with, it can't really be all that bad. It's always been my philosophy that you go through the rough times so that when the good times come, you can appreciate them more.