So, I haven’t heard anything more about my potential job in San Francisco. I did exchange emails with my possible boss-to-be who wants to “talk” by the end of the week. This is the point in any job interview process where I start to get antzy about not hearing anything. You see, I have never been a strong believer in “no news is good news.” In fact, I always think it is an ominous sign. I’ve felt depressed all day but we’re all allowed days like today once in a while, aren’t we. I get the feeling that they offered the job to someone else and are waiting to hear a response – maybe I’m #2? The thing that I really need to deal with is the fact that I’ve gotten every job for which I’ve ever applied. And, I’ve never been fired. Hopefully I won’t throw myself into a rattlesnake-infested mesa if this doesn’t happen.
If I don’t get the job, my plans still become drastically altered. I plan to sell the house in March regardless of leaving town or not; it is just too expensive given my non-profit salary and single status. If I stay a bit longer, I also want to live close to downtown and work – it makes things like taking care of Louie easier and will lower my rent. Teddy and I would probably rent downtown for a bit until I determine where I go next. It would make a big difference to walk to my destinations, especially when alcohol is involved.
Maybe I’m just being gloomy for no reason. I am still ecstatic about my job here, and I now have gay friends through blogging that I was looking for in a move in the first place. I guess all that money I’ll save not paying my mortgage will go to traveling to meet new friends. That won’t be so bad.
I was bored this evening so I redesigned my blog a bit. I like the new colors better, and the redesign occupied my fragile mind a bit.
I do have Valentine’s Day to look forward to – I will likely eat my Marie Callendar’s dinner alone while I watch TV.
Now I’m about ready to cry…!
