No, seriously. I’m just so over all of this. Searching for a job for 29 months straight is not psychologically healthy or a productive use of my time and energy. I can’t do this much longer.
No, seriously. I’m just so over all of this. Searching for a job for 29 months straight is not psychologically healthy or a productive use of my time and energy. I can’t do this much longer.
I know, believe me, I know. I’m still clinging to the hope that you and I both did it once, and maybe we can do it again.
I hope what they say about lightning isn’t true. (True story: My dad’s been struck twice. Totally unscathed. Maybe that could be some kind of crazy allegory…)
Given a choice between lightning and another resume-enhancing post, I prefer to plump for the latter.
By the way– the Federal Register sometimes has surprising job openings. (I once let our daughter know that the FBI was looking for a physicist. Of course, she found her way to a Federal job in another fashion…)
I think I’d almost rather be struck by lightning than go through this another year. Always wondered what I’d look like with super-curly hair.
You are entitled to feel bummed out.
My approach was: (a) given that our child had major birth defects, we were entitled to Feel Bad. (b) Set timer for 10 minutes. (c) Feel really, really BAD for 10 minutes; (d) at the end of timer buzzer, wipe nose and go back into the trenches.
Well, don’t get too wrapped up in the Suffering Olympics; in my book, whatever is going Not So Well is the crisis of the moment. If it is upsetting, you are entitled to feel badly!!! but then you want to put a lid on it and (so to speak) gird your loins for the next round.
Nobody ever said it would be easy; they just said it would be worth it.
Truth, every last bit of it.