Things have changed, I think. For the better, but it confuses me even more. When I think in the long scheme of things, I think where I am now is the best way. I can never tell if the good out weighs the bad, and sometimes the bad really really is heavy.
I haven't been physically feeling well either. I don't know what it is, but I feel weaker and less energetic. I can tell my strength isn't what it used to be. Like right now, as I type, my fingers hardly press the keys, and my carpals ache. Sauce is weak.
I applied for a lot of jobs last week and really wanted one to start during summer. The first one I applied to was for a medical assistant position at a gynecologist's office. It was a great opportunity to boost my resume for med school. I got a phone call the day after I sent in my resume, but didn't get the job. I then applied to work as a peer advisor at the College of Natural Sciences office and got an interview that Friday. It went well, and I'll hear from them Monday or Tuesday. But they're all staffed for summer. I  really need summer money. I really didn't want to go there, but I might end up being a gymnastics coach. Again. It's my best bet. I'm more than qualified, and they're really in need for people, but it is a little far and the pay isn't fantastic for all the energy and pseudo-enthusiasm I have to put in. I also sent my resume to a botox, skin, lipo, whatever doctor's office but haven't heard back.
I also realize more and more that I need an estrogenous friend. Someone who will go shopping with me in the girls section without complaining. And someone I can confide in without hesitance. My mom complains about it all the time.  "Why are all your friends guys? Doesn't John get mad?" I don't even know, man.
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2 comments:
I can be your estrogen-containing friend!
you already are!
=)
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