I have a caregiver to interview on Wednesday. This would be a part-time position hired through an agency to work 2-6 or 7 every weekday, do a little housework, pick-up mac, guidance on homework/chores, and then play/monitor. FINGERS CROSSED! Getting this filled before school starts would be such a relief.

I don't know what time my sleep psychologist's hours started, but she did run conveniently late. She was hella expensive and not covered by insurance and tried to guilt trip me into continuing her woo woo your heart has a sensory field bullshit and there's an envelope with her logo on it lying unopened in a stack of mail just brought upstairs...

I got rejected. Again. I'm just giving up on interviewing. I'm more than qualified. There's just something wrong with me. And I'm irritated. Throwing myself into another book-writing binge, I think. The hope of getting published again is keeping me afloat.

Timelies all!

Gary gets home from a business trip in a bit(depending on whether or not the plane is on time), then leaves for another one early Wed. Ah, well...

You are more than qualified, Allyson. I am sorry this is so frustrating. But you are also a hell of a writer, so I can't help but be happy with you wanting to do more. I just wish it weren't because you were being treated so poorly by interviewing.

There is nothing wrong with you, Allyson.

At lunch today I got a text from a coworker saying "SOS! E needs you back here ASAP!"

So I paid for my lunch and rushed back to work.

When I get into the house and ask where the fire is, it turns out that there is a poisoned chipmunk squeaking it's last squeaks in E's office in a cozy little nook of discarded fabric.

Now, if I hadn't already gotten my lunch, if the last meal I'd eaten was at 5am and I'd rushed back because of a half-dead chipmunk, I'd a been truly pissed. The fuck, coworkers? Cry wolf much?

It's been three years since I got the Tom & Jerry distress call about a rodent in the building. 6 capable adults in the house, and they foul my lunch break.

I don't think it's possible to know why you don't get a job if you're not one of the people who doesn't give the job. Anything else is just borrowing stuff to worry about--which is a time-honoured hobby, but you might as well admit it's nothing other than a hobby.

I will say, I've never interviewed well when I've felt beaten down, either by my current job or by the job-search process itself.

I will say, I've never interviewed well when I've felt beaten down, either by my current job or by the job-search process itself.

Word.

I'm really hoping I won't have to interview to get my job.