It’s Saturday afternoon and last night was a blast. Again. I’ve spent most of my day job searching for my Princeling and I. My CV was hopelessly out of date. I take a break to do some housework, so I tell Alexa to play my Spotify on random while I’m in the kitchen. The second tracked played was Taciturn by Stone Sour.
BAM!!! That fucking train again. Straight through my heart. I’ve been crying ever since. I have no idea why it’s kicked me so hard today. Sure, the song triggered it but I’ve been pretty much full on since. Great…
I snap back out of it when I receive a call from Tesco, saying they can’t deliver and could I collect my groceries? Ugh. Guess I’m going out then. Bloodshot eyes from crying are not a good look. Whatever. I don’t actually care what anyone thinks any more. I don’t fancy peopling much either. Much as my social anxiety is immeasurably better now, I’m still screaming inside when shopping. I’m already a wreck so it should be fun! Still, at least I can get my shopping early.
Sat here thinking about it, I realise that it’s obvious why I’m more stressed. I’m job hunting… Again. Money is going to be short going forward anyway I think. I need to think out of the box if I’m going to make our finances work. I think I’ll have a chat with my boss about prospects once we close. You never know, I might be able to find something considering how many people know me at the vaccine centre. Volunteers, staff, clinical team and more besides. Various potential networking avenues.
Ugh. I can’t just sit here feeling sorry for myself. I need to get my shit together. I’ll finish this here.
Laters friends. x
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