I am feeling very discouraged. The job that was pretty much promised to me wasn't given to me. Apparently I don't have enough experience with contracts, which is fine, but I don't know why they couldn't tell me that 3 interviews ago.
In total I've applied to over 50 jobs now. I have an appointment with a temp agency next week. Maybe something will come of that.
I still feel like a guest in this house, even though they've been incredibly generous and welcoming. I know I shouldn't feel that way but it's obvious that I don't live here. All my things are still in my suitcases. I don't actually do anything. I do dishes when I see them, let the dogs out when they want to go out, and tag along on errands. I don't do anything for myself. I feel like a useless lump.
I miss my friends from CA but--I know this sounds awful--I don't miss my family. I have a bit of lingering guilt but that's fading. The only times I've heard from my family, it's been my mom to complain, and otherwise that's it. So that settles that. What I miss is the comfort of being in my own place, going through the fridge, not feeling like a bum in my PJs all day.
The humidity is still awful. It's hot, but it was hot in CA too. The difference is the humidity.
Friday, July 10, 2009
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