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I blame Heath Ledger
By ELB | January 23, 2008
I was just rejected for a job that I, and everyone I knew, was ridiculously confident that I was going to get. That’s what I get for being confident, isn’t it?
I’m tired of people telling me that this will all be over. I have nothing to say to anybody. My sister, whom I speak with every day, is concerned because I have not been speaking to her every day. I try to talk to as few people as possible so that I don’t have to keep telling them that I still don’t have a job. Those that I do talk to aren’t really impressed by the fact that I have lost 15 lbs and have a brain made of cottage cheese.
Sarah Brown called the other day and I all I could talk about was the cancellation of the Golden Globes and how I liked to imagine Rumer Willis throwing a grand mal hissy fit because now she’ll never get to be Miss Golden Globe.
I feel sick and hollow; like I have nothing to offer. Or more likely, nobody wants what I do have to offer (mastery of counted cross stitch, an encyclopedic knowledge of 90210). Perhaps I can turn heads with my new, boring haircut, or the dime sized cold sore I have percolating on my face.
All of this comes on the heels of what might have been the worst four day period of the last few years. HGB came down with vomit disease, Brian’s grandmother died and he went to New York. Then I came down with the vomit disease; it was violent. I spent all day Saturday clinging to the edge of the couch, while HGB watched 10 hours of television. Then I felt guilty for potentially making him retarded.
So, here I am. Still.
Topics: dammit., Reflections From the Bottom Rung | 11 Comments »
January 23rd, 2008 at 10:27 am
oh dear. in the parlance of “office space” it sounds like someone has a case of the wednesdays*. Moms are the queens of guilt. I shudder to think what parents did when they were illing pre-tv. “here kid, take this broken bottle and go play for a while”.
if you’re looking for something to cross stitch, will you do this?
http://zoomaru.blog.com/2512373/
i designed it, but really hate actually cross-stitching. i think it would make a dandy applique to a t-shirt.
*if that phrase doesn’t make you rage-filled, something ain’t right, apply alcohol immediately until rage returns.
January 23rd, 2008 at 11:00 am
Damn.
I would hire you at my new business but your commute would be kinda long and I can barely pay rent and bills so I would have to pay you with Grape Fanta.
***If anyone needs any Screen Printing done I am real good at it now***
January 23rd, 2008 at 11:17 am
A prayer to St. Heath might take away your dime-sized affliction. It’s worth a shot.
January 23rd, 2008 at 11:35 am
Anytime I am jobless, I get right into that funk as well. It is no fun and honestly? I’ve never found a way out of it beyond actually getting the job.
Anyway, sorry that doesn’t help. Just wanted to say I read you loud and clear. And I’m sorry it sucks.
January 23rd, 2008 at 12:26 pm
Ditto to infinity on joblessness and self-worth. When I’m working I try to prove (to myself? to anyone who will listen?) that I’m more than my job and when I’m out of work all I can remember is that I don’t have a job.
I think you should post daily as your interim job. Do it for the workers!
January 23rd, 2008 at 2:49 pm
I’m so sorry you’re having a rough go of it lately. If it’s any consolation at all…you blog post title made me snort dr. pepper out my nose. funny stuff.
January 23rd, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Oh, god. Thank you, Internet. You’re all invited over to watch “Stranger In My House” on the Lifetime Movie Network.
Actually, we can find something else to watch, SIMY is pretty boring.
January 23rd, 2008 at 4:19 pm
I don’t know why you aren’t making a million dollars a year writing about American Idol, which by the way, started like last week, where’s our posts?
January 23rd, 2008 at 6:50 pm
I have no sage advice, because I, too, was recently rejected for a job that everyone – including me – was pretty damn sure I’d get. It sucks like nothing has ever sucked before.
All I can say is that one day, you and I will both have the jobs we want and shall smirk victoriously from our Perch of Employment and laugh at all of this.
Until then – who needs a drink?
January 23rd, 2008 at 11:34 pm
Wait, so you still don’t have a job? Bwahaha. Yeah, I still didn’t have a husband for some 5 years, and though it’s not the same, I can imagine how you feel.
Oh, sweet girl. It will get better. And I think you’re awesome employed, unemployed, cross-stitching, splayed on the couch with a bucket nearby, or whatever. The awesome is in you, and though it’s reflected in things around you (like you will, eventually, get an great job, same way you already have a supercool husband and an adorable kid), it’s not merely put into you by stuff around you.
January 25th, 2008 at 5:45 pm
Wait–how are you not getting paid for being the Zamfir of counted cross-stitch?