Finally. After spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon jumping through hoops of varying difficulty at an interview for a job I'm not even sure is right for me, it's finally Friday evening and the weekend can begin.
The day started off great. I was going to leave home at 07.45 and leisurely walk to town to my interview. I usually get up at 6, because that is when J's alarm goes off. So I thought I'd have plenty of time this morning to eat a fortifying breakfast, drink some coffee, gather my thoughts and rehearse my presentation. What happened instead was that J took the day off and thus had not set the alarm, I somehow missed that and didn't set my own alarm, overslept (lost in the coolest dream about a futuristic society), woke up at 07.30, threw on the first clothes I could find in a dark bedroom, set a new world record at eating breakfast (2 minutes 34 seconds, including washing it down with half a mug of coffee) and -to finish it all off- put on some mascara just so it would at least look like I made an effort.
Inexplicably I still got there 15 minutes early, having walked a bit more briskly than I had planned to, but still managed to stutter through my presentation and make mistakes that are most likely going to cost me the job. But as I sit here trying to relax after a very intense day, the only thing getting to me is how I may have spent the whole day sitting indoors for nothing. That it was a waste of time. And despite the fact that my body is pretty much dead from the waist down thanks to yesterday's S.P.Y.C.-training (Strength, Pilates, Yoga and Core combined in one session), all I want to do now is do something because sitting on my bum all day is making me lethargic. Never mind that I can't even walk to the kitchen.
|I want out!|
The good news, nay, great news is that it is finally over. It's out of my hands. I can now relax and focus on the other pressing matters in my life. Like all the photography course assignments I have to turn in before Christmas. Fun!