Feel sick...
...tomorrow marks one week from my interview with Company E, who said they would let me know "within the week". And today I'm just a ball of undirected nervous energy. I have butterflies in my stomach. I feel sick.
(Not sick enough to have avoided GAINING 0.7 KILOS this week though. FUCK.)
I've spent the whole weekend (when I wasn't busy ranting about yesterday's post) fretting over the interview - they were only interviewing people on Tuesday and Wednesday. So when Friday came and went and my referees hadn't been contacted, should I have assumed it's Bad News and I'm screwed yet again? Or do I try to be optimistic? Or middle ground, accepting (how very Zen) and just wait until the fat lady sings?
I'm naturally a little pessimistic, and a lot impatient. The waiting is getting to me, it really is. I've tried distraction - tidying the house, surfing the interwebs, watching YouTube clips. I really should be trying to do my workout, but I just can't focus on it. My heart's in my mouth and I just wish I could CALM THE FUCK DOWN.
(Not sick enough to have avoided GAINING 0.7 KILOS this week though. FUCK.)
I've spent the whole weekend (when I wasn't busy ranting about yesterday's post) fretting over the interview - they were only interviewing people on Tuesday and Wednesday. So when Friday came and went and my referees hadn't been contacted, should I have assumed it's Bad News and I'm screwed yet again? Or do I try to be optimistic? Or middle ground, accepting (how very Zen) and just wait until the fat lady sings?
I'm naturally a little pessimistic, and a lot impatient. The waiting is getting to me, it really is. I've tried distraction - tidying the house, surfing the interwebs, watching YouTube clips. I really should be trying to do my workout, but I just can't focus on it. My heart's in my mouth and I just wish I could CALM THE FUCK DOWN.