Anxiety is a sunovabitch. And you know what I’ve discovered? I don’t know whether it gets triggered when my heart rate spikes, or my heart rate spikes with my anxiety triggers. So now I’m wired for the next two weeks to find out of there’s a short-circuit. It’s doubtful, however; they did an ultrasound of…

Mine? How do I choose? The times I was too trusting and taken advantage of? Or the times I closed myself off to opportunities for fear of being taken advantage of? Not fighting harder to keep a relationship alive? Fighting too hard and pushing them away? Binge drinking? The thing about mistakes is, we’re supposed…

Tonight I think of absent friends. Those I’ve lost through death, and anger, distance and disinterest (either yours or my own). And I know, I’m poorer for losing you.

So I get a bunch of forms today I need to fill out for the job. Knew they were coming, glad to get them. Need to print them out because some have to be signed and witnessed. Then scanned and emailed back. I’m out of toner. And my scanner is busted. Managed to replace the…

I’m waiting for the shoe to drop. Seriously.

I got the contract; even the hours I wanted (Monday-Friday). I’ll be working a couple of Saturdays off the top until they hire someone to do the shift, and yes that’s written into the contract. I start March 31st. Now I need to draft my resignation letter to the other job. ‘Tis a bittersweet day.

These days I take nothing for granted. I’ve been humbled too many times over the past 18 months. I look at each opportunity with a squinted eye. A hitch in my breath. Maybe this time… Don’t put too much faith in it… For fuck’s sake, stop being cocky.

This sums it up.

(Sorry, Kevin. Couldn’t resist.) My interview for the six-month contract is tomorrow morning. Spoke with the recruiter again early this evening. Sounds like, if they like me, they could pull the trigger by the end of the week. Which means I’d have some juggling to do, given I have appointments all next week (in the…