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bktheirregularInterview went ... well, I suppose it went well. Guy seemed interested, but there are others to interview and there's no guarantees at all. Will probably be weeks before I learn of their decision.
Anxiety/euphoria of surprise interview was short-lived, fading back into grouchiness and fatigue, though not quite to the gloom of the afternoon. Still very annoyed at family; still frusutrated at the lousy job market. Unable to summon much passion for anything, though.
Maybe just that my buttons haven't been pushed. Not sure what Vegas over/under is on me blowtorching the ear off someone who calls the office to heckle us in the next few days.
On balance, miserable frelling day with weather to match. Rainstorm from hell blew through, and driving home from law school, the sun broke through: not the clear blue-sky sun that energizes, but a blinding headache sun that stabs at the eyes without clearing away the clouds and gloom.
Have intellectually accepted that much of current circumstances are due to rare, miserable run of luck. Others in family rejecting that hypothesis. Heart also not listening to Labor Department reports or Murphy's Law.
Have decided that inconvenient facts are the equivalent of what's her name out of Fatal Attraction; misuse them, pretend they don't exist, ignore them, and they will wreak bloody havoc and vengeance in spectacular fashion, and likely destroy you in the process.
And that made more sense when I thought of it than when I wrote it down.
I had a point to this somewhere.
Close entry.
Anxiety/euphoria of surprise interview was short-lived, fading back into grouchiness and fatigue, though not quite to the gloom of the afternoon. Still very annoyed at family; still frusutrated at the lousy job market. Unable to summon much passion for anything, though.
Maybe just that my buttons haven't been pushed. Not sure what Vegas over/under is on me blowtorching the ear off someone who calls the office to heckle us in the next few days.
On balance, miserable frelling day with weather to match. Rainstorm from hell blew through, and driving home from law school, the sun broke through: not the clear blue-sky sun that energizes, but a blinding headache sun that stabs at the eyes without clearing away the clouds and gloom.
Have intellectually accepted that much of current circumstances are due to rare, miserable run of luck. Others in family rejecting that hypothesis. Heart also not listening to Labor Department reports or Murphy's Law.
Have decided that inconvenient facts are the equivalent of what's her name out of Fatal Attraction; misuse them, pretend they don't exist, ignore them, and they will wreak bloody havoc and vengeance in spectacular fashion, and likely destroy you in the process.
And that made more sense when I thought of it than when I wrote it down.
I had a point to this somewhere.
Close entry.