This week has been filled with stories that I have selfishly been keeping to myself. Let me try to catch you up. Last weekend I went to my sister's for a belated Thanksgiving (we were celebrating the American version this year). Our Thanksgivings involve feasting and drunk dialing other family members. This year proved to be no different and included us shouting at our littlest sister, "Why are you with a man? We can hear a man with you!" Once we sobered up she informed us she had been on the bus. Oops. Our bad.
This very same littlest sister, who puts up with so much from us, had sent us a giant bag of hand me downs. We went through this bag and divided everything up with hardly any fighting. What we didn't know was that these clothes had magical life saving powers. That's right, this is not an exageration, it is the real truth.
My middle sister had one of the shirts on and was about to head to work when she looked down and saw a little hole in it. Being the slobby sister, she was going to go to work anyway. But she realized as a professional she shouldn't dress like a homeless person (Yes, if you are wondering, I am the older, unsuccessful, jobless sister. I am happy for her, but even sadder for me). She went back in to the house and one her drive to work passed by a giant horrible accident that she would have been a part of had she left the house five minutes earlier. Shirt = life saver (not the candy, stay with me here people, it actually, literally saved her life).
Then on Wednesday I was going out for dinner with my friends. I was a little late because I had to stop by my parents house to drop off a very belated birthday present for my Dad. My Mom was disappointed because her birthday had only been four days ago, so she obviously thought the present was for her. They had both forgotten I had not got a present for my father this year. So much for spending time and energy on choosing thoughtful gifts, next year I'm getting them nothing and then when/if they mention it I'm going to pretend I bought them something and they will never know the truth. Hope you are all looking forward to Christmas!
So, on my drive from their house to dinner I encountered a giant car crash. Fire trucks were there, but I was there before the police and got to see the tow trucks come to drag away the remains of the cars. Fortunately I was about 30 cars behind the whole thing and didn't have to see any of the human remains. I have a weak stomach and seeing blood and gore would have totally ruined my appetite. As it was I managed to devour 4000 calories of cheesecake when I finally got to my dinner. While waiting for the accident to clear I texted my middle sister to say that I had also not died this week. She was happy, and asked if I was wearing one of the 'new' shirts I had acquired. I was!!!! Our littlest sister had single handedly saved both of our lives in one week. Thank you littlest.
Wednesday was also a very happy day because I had a second interview for a job that I would be fantastic at, it was my dream job and would make me the happiest person in all the land. I felt it went well and was happy I might soon be able to quit this blog and live my life in the real world.
Yesterday, the job called me back with a no. They reassured me I had done a great job and that was why I had been called back for the second interview, and there had been a lot of discussion about who they should pick. It just wasn't me. I kinda believe that because they bothered to call and talk to me. The job interview I went to before this one had emailed me and said, "We've made our decision. It's not you". So this was a little more gentle.
I mean, let's be real, it doesn't give me anything meaningful to do with the rest of my life, and it means I spent two nights staying awake all night studying the company and wasted pages of paper writing out fake interview questions they might ask, and it doesn't help me pay off my credit card bill and fastly increasing debt, and my electricity might still get shut off, and I am alone and depressed as ever. And, they never really clearly said I was second place, so I might have been 8th or 42nd, which really isn't very impressive at all. I didn't get to update my facebook status to, "Finally got a big girl job." like I had been planning on. I will have to continue biking to my job at the mall that doesn't pay me enough money to even afford fruit. I may, in fact, be well on my way to scurvy, given that I haven't had fruit in weeks. Also, I believe my Visa will be reaching it's limit soon, and I doubt they will be increasing it for me since I have been unable to make payments on it. On a side note - No Frills doesn't even accept Visa, and what kind of scam is that for poor people? I have to get a mastercard to be able to buy groceries?
I was summarizing my week in my head yesterday. In between sobbing uncontrollable about what a failure I am at life, and cleaning my house like a maniac because that is how I deal with disappointment. Here's what I came up with - I spent the beginning of the week intoxicated, and then I didn't die, and now I am in the same unemployed state I was at the end of last week.
That's right. The highlight of my week is that I am still alive. I made it. Survived this week. Sometimes, in this awful experience of unemployment, you have to just be grateful for that much and hope for better next week.
Let me know if you made it through this week. I'd love to hear your tales of survival.
This very same littlest sister, who puts up with so much from us, had sent us a giant bag of hand me downs. We went through this bag and divided everything up with hardly any fighting. What we didn't know was that these clothes had magical life saving powers. That's right, this is not an exageration, it is the real truth.
My middle sister had one of the shirts on and was about to head to work when she looked down and saw a little hole in it. Being the slobby sister, she was going to go to work anyway. But she realized as a professional she shouldn't dress like a homeless person (Yes, if you are wondering, I am the older, unsuccessful, jobless sister. I am happy for her, but even sadder for me). She went back in to the house and one her drive to work passed by a giant horrible accident that she would have been a part of had she left the house five minutes earlier. Shirt = life saver (not the candy, stay with me here people, it actually, literally saved her life).
Then on Wednesday I was going out for dinner with my friends. I was a little late because I had to stop by my parents house to drop off a very belated birthday present for my Dad. My Mom was disappointed because her birthday had only been four days ago, so she obviously thought the present was for her. They had both forgotten I had not got a present for my father this year. So much for spending time and energy on choosing thoughtful gifts, next year I'm getting them nothing and then when/if they mention it I'm going to pretend I bought them something and they will never know the truth. Hope you are all looking forward to Christmas!
So, on my drive from their house to dinner I encountered a giant car crash. Fire trucks were there, but I was there before the police and got to see the tow trucks come to drag away the remains of the cars. Fortunately I was about 30 cars behind the whole thing and didn't have to see any of the human remains. I have a weak stomach and seeing blood and gore would have totally ruined my appetite. As it was I managed to devour 4000 calories of cheesecake when I finally got to my dinner. While waiting for the accident to clear I texted my middle sister to say that I had also not died this week. She was happy, and asked if I was wearing one of the 'new' shirts I had acquired. I was!!!! Our littlest sister had single handedly saved both of our lives in one week. Thank you littlest.
Wednesday was also a very happy day because I had a second interview for a job that I would be fantastic at, it was my dream job and would make me the happiest person in all the land. I felt it went well and was happy I might soon be able to quit this blog and live my life in the real world.
Yesterday, the job called me back with a no. They reassured me I had done a great job and that was why I had been called back for the second interview, and there had been a lot of discussion about who they should pick. It just wasn't me. I kinda believe that because they bothered to call and talk to me. The job interview I went to before this one had emailed me and said, "We've made our decision. It's not you". So this was a little more gentle.
I mean, let's be real, it doesn't give me anything meaningful to do with the rest of my life, and it means I spent two nights staying awake all night studying the company and wasted pages of paper writing out fake interview questions they might ask, and it doesn't help me pay off my credit card bill and fastly increasing debt, and my electricity might still get shut off, and I am alone and depressed as ever. And, they never really clearly said I was second place, so I might have been 8th or 42nd, which really isn't very impressive at all. I didn't get to update my facebook status to, "Finally got a big girl job." like I had been planning on. I will have to continue biking to my job at the mall that doesn't pay me enough money to even afford fruit. I may, in fact, be well on my way to scurvy, given that I haven't had fruit in weeks. Also, I believe my Visa will be reaching it's limit soon, and I doubt they will be increasing it for me since I have been unable to make payments on it. On a side note - No Frills doesn't even accept Visa, and what kind of scam is that for poor people? I have to get a mastercard to be able to buy groceries?
I was summarizing my week in my head yesterday. In between sobbing uncontrollable about what a failure I am at life, and cleaning my house like a maniac because that is how I deal with disappointment. Here's what I came up with - I spent the beginning of the week intoxicated, and then I didn't die, and now I am in the same unemployed state I was at the end of last week.
That's right. The highlight of my week is that I am still alive. I made it. Survived this week. Sometimes, in this awful experience of unemployment, you have to just be grateful for that much and hope for better next week.
Let me know if you made it through this week. I'd love to hear your tales of survival.
I'm so glad you're alive! That's the highlight of my week too!
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