in a box.

trapped.

I feel a little out of touch lately. Like I’m stuck in a box… and can only pop a few holes for light… and breath.

I’ve had a lot on my mind. I guess I always do, but it feels bigger lately. And I guess I need someone to talk to…so you all get to read my thoughts. Sorry. Maybe it’ll make this more entertaining if you picture me in a box, literally, scrawling these thoughts on the walls of my cardboard prison.

I tried.
Yesterday, I got one of those ‘new jobs posted‘ alerts from one of the many job sites to which I subscribe. I found a listing that looked logistically good. It’s part-time and it’s near home… what I need to continue to be around for my kids. The job itself, however, is not ideal. I have the experience… and then some. It’s the ‘then some‘ that will likely be a problem. I am waaay overqualified for the job. I applied anyway. But like with most things, I don’t have high hopes.

I hate the whole job-seeking process. It’s stupid. No one knows, from a stupid resume, who I really am. I don’t need the exact background they’re looking for because I can learn pretty much anything quickly and do it well. But I still end up in the trash… because they don’t know me.

break.
The kids have ‘spring break‘ from the 14th to the 22nd. (They are 10 and 13… not that kind of spring break.) I hope I don’t have to hear the dreaded ‘I’m bored‘ too often. It makes me feel incredibly guilty for not being entertaining enough… for not being able to afford a nice trip. They deserve so much better than I can give them. [Oh… and thankfully, the husband is only off on Monday and Tuesday. I guess it’s mean for me to say that, but I’m nothing but honest here…]

hair.
Yes, I have a section for hair. I’m a weirdo, I know. So… the only thing I know is happening during the upcoming week is the haircut my son will be getting. He looks like a hippie surfer. I, personally, think it’s not a bad look for him, but he’s done dealing with so much hair. My daughter is apparently going for the full Rapunzel as she refuses to get her hair cut. My hair is already beautiful. My husband is losing his hair. And that’s all the hair information I have for you today.

the same.
I guess everything else is the same. So I won’t bother rambling on about it. You already know.

Oh…

I hope that those of you who have been reading my A-to-Z Challenge posts are enjoying my little ‘Dear Diary‘ story. I’m currently a little stuck on U… but I think I’ll figure it out…

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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25 Responses to in a box.

  1. Claudette says:

    Let them be bored….sigh. Mine are the same age and the older one would never unplug from Fortnite if it wasn’t for all the sports he’s in. Or me, #MeanMom

    Love the hair section! Lol

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  2. Love the hair section 💛

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  3. Meg says:

    Maybe the weather will be nice enough for something outside? I guess its too early for mini golf? How about ‘unglued’ ‘university’ ‘unfriend’ Or maybe you have the ‘U’ and just not the netter and that was no help at all… You have awesome hair and I’m jealous! 😀

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  4. Meg says:

    *letter not netter

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  5. I’m certain you’ll figure it out. I am enjoying them so far. 😃

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  6. I’ve decided that since I’ve always had short hair, (mainly because it is so fine that it just flies away if left to its own devices) now is the only chance I’ll get to experience longer hair before it all disappears, or I do!
    I now have a floppy silvery white mess and am thinking of putting my name down for Santa duties at the end of the year. Trouble is, that needs a beard, and I have never tried that either!

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  7. Marquessa says:

    Sorry I haven’t been keeping up. I hope you get that job. You may be overqualified but they don’t need to know right? Lol. I like a “hair” section. 😉 And you’re stuck on U? I’m working backwards from R and have to fill in from there. .ugh!

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    • Well… they’re probably going to be able to tell I’m overqualified from the resume…

      I was thinking with my son’s surfer hair that we should just say fuck it all and run away to Hawaii… 😏

      I’ve finished U… and I might be done with V… then… I think I’m really stuck… maybe. 🙂

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  8. I’ve gotten jobs when my kids were younger that I was very over qualified for, but it was tough sometimes getting people to see that I really did want that job because my kids were in school and I needed to be there for them. Good luck! I have a few letters in the challenge I’m struggling with, too. But I’ve had fun so far!

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  9. Bill says:

    We’re listening. Back in the day, I interviewed an acquaintance cuz I did know him and cuz of that, no way. But I owed him. He asked me, “What are looking for?” I responded, “Someone who doesn’t already know everything.” The silence was delightful.

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  10. jrvincente says:

    Job seeking sucks. No way around it.

    And I feel the same way as a mother. I am never entertaining enough for my daughter. *sigh*

    Jayden

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