I keep having flashbacks to what was probably the lowest point in my life (2002/3 – getting laid off from work two weeks before our wedding and not finding another job for 9 months, only to get one so bad it put me on brain medication) and I am scared. Not even pointy hugs from the 20 lb horse cat are cheering me up; I’m too worried and stressed out and sad. I hate this. Looking for work sucks ass.
I’m trying really hard to think of something upbeat to say, but I’m completely coming up blank. How sad is that? Maybe I’ll just fall back to the standard: recapping the weekend. Saturday we did nothing but sleep and play video games. Sunday was more entertaining, it was Girl’s Day and Shan, Miranda and I ditched the boys and went for brunch, to Portobello West, and way out to Coquitlam to experience H&M. We then had a tasty dinner with lousy service, and went to our respective homes exhausted and a little poorer. The end. I am a thrill a minute, right here.
I am trying to get enthused about taking a shower and going outside, and it’s not working. It must be done though; I have a meeting at 1:30 and then I get to come home and crawl into bed to continue to be sad and defeated. I’m working on the assumption that tomorrow will be a better day; right now Monday and I are just not seeing eye to eye.
