Hi, me again...but then, who did you expect. I'm exhausted. mentally and physically. I'm sick of job hunting. I found a perfect job at a vet clinic as a receptionist/vet assistant. I went to the interview and it went great, it lasted almost an hour and a half! I'm supposed to call them back on friday to see if i got the job. I'm a nervous wreck. i don't think that 5 days could go so slowly. every night before i go to sleep i just keep running different scenarios through my head. what if i don't get it, what if i DO get it and i suck at it, what if i get it and i hate it, what if i don't get it...why wouldn't they choose me? i'm overly qualified to be a receptionist, and i've dealt with plenty of gruesome accidents @ the dogtrack. i can handle this job damn it! HIRE ME! PLEASE! grrr. I'm so frustrated. J just keeps telling me that i'll get it and to stop whining about it, damn it doesn't he know he's supposed to comfort me and listen? speaking of j, i dunno what's going on. we hardly ever have sex anymore, either i'm too tired or he's too tired, or we just never take the intiative. i miss it...sorta. sometimes it's just nice to be with someone and sit in silince while we watch stupid shit on the TV, then sometimes, i just wanna jump his bones, but can't. i don't know why....insecurities? maybe. oh well, life's a bitch. ya know, the only bad thing about this job is that it's in the springs...and it only pays $7.50...hmm....guess that's two things. you know what? i miss you people. i miss venting to the anonymous masses. if you don't have an online diary, you should really try it. It's very theraputic. did i spell that right? fuck it. damn it... i want J so bad...see, when i want sex, he's not anywhere around. grrrr....i think it's time to pull out little mr. j...aka my sex toy.
bye bye, Me |
