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