Haven't written in here for a week and had really hoped to have had an update on the job situation by now. I don't. The only vague news that I received was that they were still doing interviews this week (over a week later) and that I might hear by Friday or by the beginning of next week.
I keep having these anxiety moments though. A moment of complete and utter panic when thinking about having to start a new job and all of the ins and outs of starting in a new place and what will the people think of me and what if I can't cut it and get fired? But then I try to remind myself that I haven't even received a single email to say they're still thinking and the anxiety of dealing with that has gone down a wee bit but it's still there and poking at me from time to time.
This past weekend we went out to a convention for a few days to do some gaming. The first day was just fine, the second we found out how irresponsible the guy who was running our D&D games was with time management. I was stuck in costume for over an hour past what I'd hoped and starving since I hadn't eaten dinner, and it was one of these moments that I made the decision to just get up and go to the hotel room.
What I had already taken into account (and certainly made me uncomfortable even at the age of 40) was the fact my costume had a very vaa-vaa-voom boost to my bust and after being gawked at by a few middle-age men during the convention, I also got honked at while heading to the hotel and gawked at in the hotel waiting for the elevator and that sent me in full-on panic mode as not only was I waiting to enter an elevator with ONE guy, I had a box full of money and very little clothing on (well, sorta - I never dressed with cleavage at ALL until just recently - so I became really self-conscious of the fact all of a sudden) and with that I turned tail and climbed up to the SEVENTH floor in a leather corset of sorts.
Believe me, I couldn't breathe and I was heaving and thought I'd die by the time I threw open the hotel room and started stripping it off as fast as I could. All the while storming around with my hangry mood and upset that I was all alone and have never really dealt with being gawked at. I just never dress like that and I thought now that I was older it might be okay.
My husband mentioned last night that he knew things were different for my reactions to things because he was absolutely certain when he'd finally made it back to the room (an hour and a half later than we were supposed to be) that I'd be sitting there in my pjs refusing to go back. I was this close to messaging him, but just hadn't quite gotten to that point and I was starting to feel a bit better after eating a slice of disgustingly cold pizza (the microwave was missing of course). So I'd calmed down a bit. But in the past I'm not even sure if pizza would have done it. My mind cleared up a bit and once I had on a t-shirt and jeans we went back.
Then the one guy we sat down next to had an anxiety attack and left with his friend - I could literally feel the young man tense up when we sat down (for whatever reason he wasn't sitting next to his friend) so the two headed out. We never finished the game though because the guy running was of course, the same one who had no time management skills and oh well.
So, skip forward to what... Thursday? Yeah, so here we are, I've been making a bit of money by doing commission work for painting miniatures and attempting to look for more business that way. But also working on my craft table stuff hoping in a couple weeks to be able to sell a good chunk of it and at least feel like I'm contributing to the family again.
Last night my husband got an email from the job he'd applied for a few month's ago and hadn't heard anything from. They'd contacted him again asking if he was still interested. So now today he accepted the offer to come in and talk again so the interview is set some time tomorrow afternoon.
I sit here beating myself up over not going into I.T. because I probably would have found a job by now. Why was I so stupid to go into retail??? WHY?! Because...again...I'm female and that's what was expected of me...get an easy job that I'd quit when I became pregnant and then have my husband take care of me....wut?
NO.
And in the middle of this today a FedEx truck with music blaring backed into the driveway with our "TABLE OF ULTIMATE GAMING".
You have to say it in all caps, you know.
My husband had ordered this because of course we wanted a bigger table for our D&D games but honestly I had told him when he ordered it on a whim that it was going to be TOO big. I showed him with the measuring tape.
He wanted to put it together today, so we moved the kitchen table downstairs thinking we'd put it in the kitchen but he just didn't see how HUGE the flippin' thing was until it had all four legs (but thankfully not the topper yet) and I think at that moment he realized, yah, it fit, but you'd never be able to get around it.
Take the legs back off, move it to the basement, move the kitchen table back... and since then he's been down there working on it.
I was just stressing out trying not to cry.
My mother told me once that she and my dad had bought this big living room furniture and when they finally got it into the living room she cried because it was just so big. I didn't get it myself because it was comfortable and we had that furniture for quite a few years. But it was a lot bigger than the stuff she had and the stuff she has now (although I think we all regret allowing her to get it replaced because that's money she'll never get back).
But now we'll have to get more chairs for the basement and we'll have to clean up down there (which I've been wanting to do for awhile anyway since he keeps moving his stuff down there and it's a wreck most of the time). But the table fits down there a whole lot better then in the kitchen and I'm waiting to see what it looks like completed. I'm also looking forward to surprising the heck out of people who come over in the next few days with it.
But I felt like utter garbage this afternoon because I kept saying it was too big and I was just so upset when he didn't see how big it was until it was eating up the entire dining room with no room for chairs or people.
And I still feel kinda useless because I still don't have a job and I'm trying to be confident in myself but it's awfully hard. I think if I could sell something - gain a following...something...
A brief moment today on a walk I felt happy. I hadn't felt that way in quite awhile and it passed quickly...but maybe it will come back someday again soon?
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