Today, 9 months after the BFF’s last day (with him give a full 4 weeks notice!) we have a new Marketing Director in the office. I’m not nearly as miserable as I was months ago, very complacent actually. Just doing what I’m told, less drama that way. I like what I do. I just wish…well, never mind. Wishing is silly. It is what it is, right?
I have other things in life to keep me occupied. I leave the office every night at 5:00 on the dot and rarely look at anything outside of the office anymore. Not worth my time and certainly not appreciated by the powers that be in the past so why bother.
I’m disappointed about the Roswell job. I’m pretty sure that was my chance to get in there…now what? Keep applying for jobs and once in a while getting offered an interview for a position that pays less (yes, it is possible) and tells me I’m overqualified in the first place? I’m sick of having the *hope* I’ve been looking for a year. I know, I know, I know it is awful out there and so many people have it worse, but I’m tired of trying.
I’ve been trying to convince myself since the 2nd interview that if I didn’t get this position it was a good thing…my life is supposed to be on a different track. Not one that is demanding and 40+++hours a week and stressful and workworkwork and trying to move up the ladder.
I’m getting married! We want to start a family ASAP! Not getting this job is a good thing, right? I can continue plugging away at a position I mostly enjoy until (fingers crossed) we have a baby and then I can stay at home! Maybe?
Sigh. Trying not to think.