Have you ever felt so ashamed of yourself that you want to just crawl into a deep dark cave for a few years until you forget why you crawled into it in the first place and your memories have all been wiped away due to the isolation of living in a deep dark cave?
No, me neither.
I just seriously under performed on a job interview, which led to not getting the job. Not at all surprising. I’m more upset about not bringing my A-game than not getting the job. I still have my current term position and there’s another permanent one coming up so no one is going to go hungry around here. I’m also not literally crawling into a cave.
I hear that admitting these things makes you feel better. I’ll let you know if that’s actually true – I doubt it. Still, thanks internet for listening. No need to respond if you don’t want to.
I’m going to go pour a nice robust rye and cola for therapeutic purposes and list the many other blessings in my life. I hear that also makes you feel better. Here goes:
– Rye and cola
– children that are mostly lovely and more importantly, go to bed decently at night (yay sleep training)
– microwave popcorn
– a husband that cooks way better than me so that we don’t have to eat crappy food every night
– the new Starbucks app that I can use without having to log in to the Starbucks wifi first to use
– my MacBook Air (my precious!)
– our closet full of wine
– chips, all of the chips
– that my children only pretend to be zombies but are not actually zombies for real life
– that body suits with crotch snaps do not seem to be coming back into style
– and all of that other stuff that normal people are thankful for like friends and family… them too.
Oh shoot, I know why this isn’t working yet, I forgot to pour the rye and cola first!