irishandbuffy

Job Interviews suck. You jump through the hoops like a trained poodle in the hpes of getting employment that will not leave you regretting the day you walked into the office in your Sunday best trying to get a job in the first place. I dont like being unemployed it gives me too much time on my hands and I have become very domestic. I do laundry, pick up after the man, who seems to think the floor is the laundry basket and there is a magical fairy that takes his dishes to the sink and washes them and magically they appear in the cubbord when he needs them. I love him and I would fuss at him but he does other things. He fixes things when I need them. He overlooks a lot of my mistakes and most importantly he loves me. He understands that when I take on a project it becomes mine and that if he trys to help me I will get angry with him because he messes up my flow. I dont mind picking up after him. He has had to do the same for me at times. Espically when I am in a deep depression. When I cant move. When I am lost in the void.
So, I have two job interviews - 3 this week and only one job lead. I need to work or I will lose my mind.
C- thank you for your goofiness. You need to sleep my sweet. Your patterns are coming in bright and clear with me as well. I swear we were sperated at birth.
love
B