This year simply keeps getting worse and worse. I've had no better luck in finding a job, at all. I applied for a job, and interviewed four different times for a position that is absolutely perfect for me. It's a great opportunity to learn more, and I could probably move up in the department. I know that my interviews went well, I connected with everyone I spoke with. I even had a person on the inside who was putting in a good word for me. Then, I waited and waited to hear if I got it. I was feeling really positive about it. Two weeks after the last interview, I hadn't heard from anyone. SO I contacted them, and they said that a new person was in the office and they needed time to get to know the current office. They told me that they'd contact me in a few weeks. It's been two weeks since that email, so today I contacted them again. Now, they are telling me that they've put the decision on HOLD until June. I would be perfect for this job, I would have been perfect for other jobs I've applied for, and I just keep getting shot down again and again. What, the, crap.
And to top all of this job drama off, which is all I've had for the longest time, my Papa died. He hadn't been doing well for a few months, and he was already 85. To be honest, his death didn't shock me. We had gone to see him a week or two before he died, and he had no idea what was going on. So, in my mind, I was comforted because he wasn't suffering anymore. But, it became really hard when we got down to Memphis and New Albany. The funeral service was absolutely beautiful. One of my Papa's old friends did the service, his name is Shelby Smith. He spoke beautifully about how my papa was when he was younger, and how he now had his eye and his leg back (he lost these at a young age, I think both by separate motorcycle accidents). Then the next day, there was a memorial service where his friends and family could say a few things about him, and I was able to learn so much about him. Like that I get my craftiness from him. He used to make and tinker with things all the time, just like I do. And while I've always thought of my extended family as strange, we really seemed to come together this week. It such a huge shame that it took something like this to bring us together though.
Now life is back to normal, which for me means 10 hours of work a week, and lounging on the couch the rest of the time. I need a job! How many more times do I have to say it?! How much longer do I have to work?! When will my life stop being so sad?!
And to top all of this job drama off, which is all I've had for the longest time, my Papa died. He hadn't been doing well for a few months, and he was already 85. To be honest, his death didn't shock me. We had gone to see him a week or two before he died, and he had no idea what was going on. So, in my mind, I was comforted because he wasn't suffering anymore. But, it became really hard when we got down to Memphis and New Albany. The funeral service was absolutely beautiful. One of my Papa's old friends did the service, his name is Shelby Smith. He spoke beautifully about how my papa was when he was younger, and how he now had his eye and his leg back (he lost these at a young age, I think both by separate motorcycle accidents). Then the next day, there was a memorial service where his friends and family could say a few things about him, and I was able to learn so much about him. Like that I get my craftiness from him. He used to make and tinker with things all the time, just like I do. And while I've always thought of my extended family as strange, we really seemed to come together this week. It such a huge shame that it took something like this to bring us together though.
Now life is back to normal, which for me means 10 hours of work a week, and lounging on the couch the rest of the time. I need a job! How many more times do I have to say it?! How much longer do I have to work?! When will my life stop being so sad?!