Another rejection. They said they liked me but wanted someone who had a little more experience. I think I'm growing quite pessimistic about this whole job search.
I'm got another interview tomorrow. I think my mom doesn't want me to go to that one because it wouldn't be perfect. I'm not looking for perfect, I'm looking for a job. Only she's not outright coming out and saying it. She's confusing me by phrasing things inadequately and essentially blackmailing me.
I think she might be trying to hint something, but I don't get hints so I really don't know. She knows I don't understand hints, so I don't know what her motive is, or what she's doing for that matter. I remain here quite confused.
Anyway, added confusion is quite useless to me at the moment so onto other things. I will go to the interview tomorrow as planned. Then I will come home, apply for more jobs and figure out a fesible way of getting home after a painful procedure on friday. I'm thinking painkillers and throughally researched bus routes? It might work.
This only makes me want money and independence more. I want a lovely little place that is all mine with a job I can happily be a workaholic in.
Off to write. No matter how nervous I am I need more words down.
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