Hello, world. It’s Friday. Will we have Chinese buffet tonight? I have no idea, but I fucking hope so. It’s been a week.
Wednesday, a friend on a Discord server I’m on asked for advice about her boyfriend. She’s dealing with pretty much everything (minus the legal issues) I went through with Shawshank. She asked how to come back from that, how I handle broken trust. I didn’t have any easy answers for her. I wish I did. Regardless of the answers, the conversation dredged up a lot of anxieties for me. Unfortunately, my friend and her boyfriend split up later that night, a development that certainly hasn’t helped my mental state.
I realized yesterday was Thursday sometime around dinnertime last night. Immediately following that, I realized I hadn’t heard back from the last place I interviewed with. If I made it through to the next round, I should/would have heard on Wednesday. I want to be optimistic. They had to reschedule my interview, as well as a several other peoples’ interviews. I’m telling myself things were pushed back. My discouragement is definitely overtaking any optimism at this point, however.
We went out for a little while yesterday. I wanted to go to the smoke shop, and then go to Walmart to buy a new microwave for the house. Mom came with me to pick up prescriptions. We skipped buying a new nuker until she could check the measurements of what’s already on the counter.
I managed to go outside for a little while and spin poi after the road trip. Sadly, I wasn’t feeling it too much. I stayed out for about half and hour, recorded 7 minutes of bullshit, and hated pretty much all of it.
And Brian just called. Mom isn’t feeling well, and told him we’re probably not doing Chinese tonight.
Maybe shoot them an email if you can, to kinda remind them that you’re still interested, and excited about the possible job stuffs? I don’t know. And maybe your mom will be feeling better. Maybe order a pizza for you and the B-man.