Monday, October 19, 2009

Stress

It's been 6 weeks since I had my interview, and still nothing. Well, not nothing: the last comment from the recruiter was about a week ago, and as of then the company still hadn't made a decision, so there's still hope. That's almost worse, waiting this long for a job that's a long shot anyway. I can't help but think if they really loved me as much as the recruiter says they did, why drag this out 6 weeks? Then again, rumor has it everyone is slow to hire right now.

I just need a change really, really desperately. I'm so stressed and burnt out at my job that it's making me miserable in all other aspects: I'm looking for reasons to fight at home, eating too much, exercising way less than I should be, and generally punishing myself and my household for my own stress. How fucking stupid is THAT?

We have a new "son" in our family: Chewy. A monstrously huge Great Pyrenees who is in the full 2 year old naughty stage. I'd forgotten what that stage is like, and it's only increasing the household issues. I've been up since 5:30am this morning simply because Chewy was throwing up, and who can sleep through the sound of anything barfing? Not me.

On top of the changing family dynamic, I have bellydance 2 nights a week and Saturday mornings, and the past few weeks I've had something going on every night of the week. This week is shaping up to be the same way: bd tonight, board meeting tomorrow, bd wednesday, packing Thursday for a trip to LA on Friday.

I hope I feel better after this trip, because I really need a break.

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