I interviewed for the perfect job at a fabulous company yesterday. They're interviewing more people over the next few days, so it's going to be a long week of wishing and hoping all the while trying not to get too caught up because if I don't get it, I don't want to totally crash and want to hide in bed for a week. Such is the life of the partially employed. I try to stay positive, but it's a difficult balance between keeping positive without getting my hopes up enough that every rejection crushes them completely. It took me awhile to get that through to my mother, who kept telling me to keep hoping that people would call about my previous two interviews. I tried to explain to her that I have to keep the idea that I may not get it in mind so that I don't end up depressed to the point that I stop being able to function. But it's harder this time because I've interviewed with this company once before (last summer) and I almost got the job last time. They tried to add an additional position so that they could hire me, so I can't help hoping that this time I come out on top. It'd be so nice to have a full-time job again. If I wasn't working part-time, I'd have completely lost it by now. Some people are meant to work. I'm one of them, which is why I want to know why nobody will hire me. Not even for the crappy jobs. I'm willing; I'm able. I hate what Bush did to the economy.
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