thanks for playing / disturbances veterinary and maternal

I didn't get a callback, so I clearly didn't get the job, nor will I be receiving the pile of money that is the reason for wanting the job in the first place. At least it was quick; I didn't even have a chance to spend the money in my head.

The experience was incredibly demoralizing, and I am again left feeling embarassingly diva-esque, as it's difficult for me to reconcile this rejection with what is now suspected to be erroneously high self-regard when compariing myself to the rest of the people floundering in the job pool. The Mr. has reasserted that I should just write my damn book(s) and not worry about a "real" job - especially since it's unlikely that I'll be able to get a job that would make getting up at 7 AM (or earlier!) worthwhile.

I had other things to talk about, but right now all I can think about is 1) sick bird, and 2) hate mail from mom. I think sick bird is actually injured bird, and I believe she hurt her beak/jaw by playing too hard - no signs of plague, scurvy, or typhoid - but since she won't eat, I'm fretting.

As for the hate mail, it was really just passive-aggressive bitch mail, but she has yet to respond to my nice reply. It's possible she's revving up to really let loose on me, and I'm sort of hoping this might happen, since I'm curious how I'd feel about someone in my family actually expressing emotion in a forceful way. I think I'd probably like it, even if it was mean, provided that it was direct.

thanks for playing / disturbances veterinary and maternal

I didn't get a callback, so I clearly didn't get the job, nor will I be receiving the pile of money that is the reason for wanting the job in the first place. At least it was quick; I didn't even have a chance to spend the money in my head.

The experience was incredibly demoralizing, and I am again left feeling embarassingly diva-esque, as it's difficult for me to reconcile this rejection with what is now suspected to be erroneously high self-regard when compariing myself to the rest of the people floundering in the job pool. The Mr. has reasserted that I should just write my damn book(s) and not worry about a "real" job - especially since it's unlikely that I'll be able to get a job that would make getting up at 7 AM (or earlier!) worthwhile.

I had other things to talk about, but right now all I can think about is 1) sick bird, and 2) hate mail from mom. I think sick bird is actually injured bird, and I believe she hurt her beak/jaw by playing too hard - no signs of plague, scurvy, or typhoid - but since she won't eat, I'm fretting.

As for the hate mail, it was really just passive-aggressive bitch mail, but she has yet to respond to my nice reply. It's possible she's revving up to really let loose on me, and I'm sort of hoping this might happen, since I'm curious how I'd feel about someone in my family actually expressing emotion in a forceful way. I think I'd probably like it, even if it was mean, provided that it was direct.