This morning, I found out that I didn’t get The Job. There are problems that are much bigger, and much worse than not getting a job. But I’ve been looking for full-time work for four years now. Not getting any job is disappointing, but this was a really great job.
I’ve also had to withdraw from the Marine Naturalist Training Program due to ongoing health problems. Do I need to repeat how great that class was?
I’m not fit for human companionship right now, not even via the web. So I’ll be having my very own little pity party today. I hate feeling sorry for myself (retches), but today I can’t seem to stop. I’m going to sign off before the pity party moves online. (shudder) Tomorrow I’m meeting with the Volunteer Coordinator for the Eastside Domestic Violence Project, so hopefully that will snap me out of this and get my head back on straight.
Edit: I forgot to say, what gets me the most is that the second interview could not have gone better. It’s one thing to not do your best and lose out, but to put forward your best effort and not be selected? That is the reason for the pity party. If your best won’t cut it, then what? OK, I banish myself from writing about this.