Sometimes it can be the smallest things.
I spent all morning mindlessly applying for jobs on one those websites (you know them). I’d be very surprised if I get one of those jobs but I mainly did it to pass the time. Yes. I’m sitting at home, hungover feeling sorry for myself but I don’t care today. I’m tired of booking on the bright side of trying to find the positive things in my life.
A friend of mine, Jane1, is a designer. Something I wanted to be – but wasn’t accepted into the program at the school that I went to. Why didn’t I try to get into the college that she went to? Because I had no money to go to College/University. My Mum works for a University, and one of the perks of that job is that she and all her dependents get to study for free. And that’s the only way I’ve been able to ‘afford’ a University education.
Anyway, back to my friend. Jane and her husband (strike 1 – she’s already found her soul mate) have their own design company (strike 2) and a Alice1, good friend of mine asked her to create the advertising materials for her very first play (strike 3). See, if I were in Alice’s position I’d have asked Jane too, because after all she’s the professional. But it still hurts.
I need a day off work to get my head straight… and am considering taking another sick day, but we’ll see. I can also opt to take a paid day off, but that’ll mean that I’ll get paid less when I go home at the end of April.
Bah humbug. I hate money.