Tuesday is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
Yes, I know, that's not how the song goes.
And for some reason, whenever I try to play Wonderwall on my mental jukebox, I hear the opening bars to Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Two applications a day for months (nine-ish, if I'm counting correctly, and I'm admittedly not trying very hard) and yesterday I had my third first interview. The last one was back in March.
Living in this rented basement, the occasional odd jobs, and scant dogsitting for friends and family (I used to have a broader range of clientele, but not since I let my insurance and bonding lapse about six years ago) are the only reasons I haven't had to cash out my investment accounts and take a loan from my IRAs. Actually, most of my automatic investments are still running and my CD ladder is still intact, though I did have to dig into my "possibly vacation fund" (it's a pair of 6 month CDs that used to have a balance between them of $10k and now are a fifth that).
Not that I'm spending much these days anyway, slowly and intermittently purging my personal belongings while I wait for my car to depreciate to the point I'm more comfortable trading it in for something with a little more space. I'm trying to avoid buying anything that I would later have to get rid of; the purge is heartbreaking enough as it is, I don't need to make it any worse.
My mother has been a right headache, in one breath accusing me of being too picky by avoiding positions that are customer-facing, and in the next, being not picky enough, submitting resumes halfway across the state. I think my father understands... unless his siding with me over struggles with my mother's behavior is just another manipulation.
I'm all but certain he's autistic.
I sure as hell didn't get it from her.
There was one more interview after me yesterday (or so I was told) and a couple more on Monday, so ideally I'll hear some news early next week.
Most of the people I've told are optimistic for my chances.
I haven't been optimistic since Aldi turned me down for "not being enthusiastic enough about working 12+ hour shifts". And that was four months ago.
I don't believe that everybody\Feels the way I do about it now...
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