So I applied for this part-time job working for a psychiatrist (I know it sounds like a joke but it’s TRUE!), converting all of her paper records to electronic, about three weeks ago. I had an interview which I thought went really well, but I never heard back from her. So, I totally gave up and said, fuck this work noise. THEN this Monday I got a voicemail from her, saying she wanted to discuss the position with me and was I still interested in the job? Well I have to admit I felt ambivalent about it because I had resigned myself to the idea that I was (am) unemployable and now I would have to change how I was thinking about myself. But, thinking it would be stupid as fucking hell not to respond to her, I called her back on Monday afternoon and left her an enthusiastic message saying that Yes, I was interested in the position. And then….nothing. So I’m like, what the fuck? Is it possible she didn’t get my voicemail? Did she change her mind? Surely she didn’t change her mind based on my awesome voicemail, did she? I mean, what in the fuckin’ fuck? So I am just sitting here, back at square one, wondering what I am doing, with myself, with my life, am I going to get Disability, am I going to go broke, am I going to get a job, can I do a job if I get one, oh life’s little questions that torture you when you have too much time on your hands and NO ANSWERS! AND I’ve eaten eight dark chocolate-covered espresso beans and I’m waiting for the buzz to come. No buzz. I swear to GOD I’m going to switch to cocaine if the old faithful, caffeine, stops working for me! But hell no I can’t afford cocaine. And where would you get cocaine? Plus, it’s so impure, I’d hate to put that in my body. Anyhoo, this is one hell of a ramble. I think I’ll go make a smoothie. Hope your week is going better than mine, either way, let me know! Peach out homies!