I guess I deserved that
I was feeling ambitious so I emailed back the guy who told me my interview was canceled because the position was filled internally. I explained that I had noticed the job posting was still on the site and that my application status was still listed as “in process” so I expressed my interest in continuing with an interview if the position was indeed available. I just checked the status again. Instead of being “closed” like a position at another company was, it simply read “not selected.” Ouch.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
That’s how I feel right now - except the scream is more of a muted, muffled scream rather than a loud, barbaric one. I’m so frustrated about how stagnant everything is. I’m just waiting for something to happen and I’m running out of patience. I feel incredibly isolated and alone and want to curl up into a ball and just go to sleep forever. But I probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. HAHAHAH!
Here comes the (headless) bride
Needless to say, Lesley and I were both delighted by this masterpiece we discovered. It was sitting on top of a trash can in front of a liquor store, head totally not in sight. What’s not represented in the photo is the array of champagne glasses tied to this centerpiece.
I like to think that someone saved the wedding cake decorations and then, when times got tough, snapped off the wife’s head and trashed it all.
Ailing in my old age
I’ve been exercising regularly for the past couple of months or so and have kept up my minimum of 8 minutes a day strength training for 60+ days now. One would think this regimen would have led me to better health or what not. Instead, it’s served as a reminder that I’m old as fuck. My left knee has been consistently bothering me for, oh, nearly a month now. A simple walk can lead to discomfort that I can only imagine is caused by probably having zero cartilage left in there. Last night, I somehow managed to pull my butt, which is becoming a more regular occurrence and can happen without warning. I slept poorly throughout the night because it fucking hurt. The worst part is I had to cancel rock climbing tonight because if sitting or walking hurt, bending awkwardly to find a foothold certainly ain’t gonna make it better. I’m looking into acupuncture but maybe someday Dr. Ann will physical therapy my ass (literally) into shape instead of deeming me too broken to fix.
The allergy I forgot about
If I had a Med-alert bracelet my allergies would read: cats, walnuts, penicillin, nature, fragrances and stupid people. I’ve just remembered that I should probably add “dog snot” to the list - something I forgot about until an unfortunate situation occurred.
Yesterday, I played with Fats while peering at Townie Baby, then went to Emily’s to eat ice cream cake and play with Shu-Mai, my stay-in-bed lady companion. There was a lot of dog playing and zero hand washing. When I got home, while talking to my dad, I rubbed my eyes, knowing I shouldn’t do so without having washed my hands first. Then, they started to itch more, so I of course started to rub more. Then, they started to burn, along with the area around my eyes. The whole time I was thinking, “Why am I suddenly getting such intense allergies?!”
When I went to the bathroom to check out the situation and wash my hands it finally dawned on me that not only was I rubbing dirty hands in my eyes, but I was also rubbing dog snot all over. Remember this? Well, it wasn’t a one time occurrence, unfortunately. I must now drill it into my mind that if I’m playing with a dog, I must a) never allow it to touch my face with its nose and now b) make sure that if my hands touch its nose, mouth, whatever it is that causes burning, I must not touch any part of my face or neck unless I want this to happen again:
Needless to say I frantically searched my room for my allergy eye drops and popped an allergy pill and frantically washed my face and hands to get rid of any remaining dog residue. The saddest part is when I went to show my dad and he told me I shouldn’t play with dogs.