I know I just posted, but I have to document my day today while I'm at it. I got shot down for a job I really wanted: assistant editor at the Tucson Weekly newspaper. It sounded like an ideal career fit, as well as allowing me to be close to some family I have there. Everyone I tell about the rejection is being very Zen about it, saying it wasn't meant to be, but I have the creeping suspicion that I dropped the ball. I heard the job was open on a Tuesday or Wednesday, but waited until Saturday night to apply. By Monday morning, I was informed that the position was already full.
Then again, if they hired someone that fast, I'm not sure they would have waited for me to get down there. It's taken me this long to even consider moving, and it will likely take me at least a month to get everything transported and settled.
Gah, I don't even want to think about that.
In an attempt to make that rejection sting less, I tried perusing as many job sites I could for that one decent ad that would make the whole debacle sting less, but all I found was that the job market in my destinations sucks chimp. In Portland, apparently the only openings are for chefs and "exotic entertainers," and I can't cook...
Things just didn't get any better. I had a blind date with a young lady last week, and I ended up liking her quite a bit. She works an odd schedule, and she had her days off yesterday and today. I blanked on calling her yesterday, and when I called today, she was too busy. Apparently she was trying to fix her computer so she could do a TV editing project, or so she said. Who knows? Maybe I waited too long on this one as well. Regardless, I was really looking forward to seeing her again, even though I know it's doomed anyway, since I have to move soon.
And then the really creepy part: I was taking a nap today, and was awoken by a shooting pain in my heart, followed by some erratic heartbeats. Scared the hell out of me. It wasn't a panic attack. It wasn't anything like I've ever experienced before. I'm still a little frightened of going back to bed, but I'll probably wind up taking something to help me sleep to aid that as much as possible.
Fun, huh?
It wasn't all bad news, though. My mother called and told me that my cousin Joe has connections somehow that might help me out, but I put off calling him, perhaps in a subconscious attempt to give my karma time to heal. One could say that the good news might have been enough to improve on a lousy day, but in the end I opted to not even consider the possibility of more crap.
Oh, and in a moment of weakness, I told my ex she could come visit this weekend. Guh. Is it possible to have latent brain damage?
Then again, if they hired someone that fast, I'm not sure they would have waited for me to get down there. It's taken me this long to even consider moving, and it will likely take me at least a month to get everything transported and settled.
Gah, I don't even want to think about that.
In an attempt to make that rejection sting less, I tried perusing as many job sites I could for that one decent ad that would make the whole debacle sting less, but all I found was that the job market in my destinations sucks chimp. In Portland, apparently the only openings are for chefs and "exotic entertainers," and I can't cook...
Things just didn't get any better. I had a blind date with a young lady last week, and I ended up liking her quite a bit. She works an odd schedule, and she had her days off yesterday and today. I blanked on calling her yesterday, and when I called today, she was too busy. Apparently she was trying to fix her computer so she could do a TV editing project, or so she said. Who knows? Maybe I waited too long on this one as well. Regardless, I was really looking forward to seeing her again, even though I know it's doomed anyway, since I have to move soon.
And then the really creepy part: I was taking a nap today, and was awoken by a shooting pain in my heart, followed by some erratic heartbeats. Scared the hell out of me. It wasn't a panic attack. It wasn't anything like I've ever experienced before. I'm still a little frightened of going back to bed, but I'll probably wind up taking something to help me sleep to aid that as much as possible.
Fun, huh?
It wasn't all bad news, though. My mother called and told me that my cousin Joe has connections somehow that might help me out, but I put off calling him, perhaps in a subconscious attempt to give my karma time to heal. One could say that the good news might have been enough to improve on a lousy day, but in the end I opted to not even consider the possibility of more crap.
Oh, and in a moment of weakness, I told my ex she could come visit this weekend. Guh. Is it possible to have latent brain damage?
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