five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, June 26, 2001
I just don't know what to write anymore. The worry in my life has sucked the creativity out of me; it has left me feeling empty and lifeless. Being an independent contractor will not give you a huge measure of job security, but one does expect the common courtesy of being told the the job's over, not to be left holding the bag as I was.
I tend to not write about these kinds of things here because I'm not looking for sympathy or pity. I also don't like to drop a bummer on people who come here looking for a smile. I've always tried to be a people-pleaser that way. {half-hearted grin}
I did get a positive response from one of the places I sent my resumé to. With Mercury finally going direct (and believe what you will, but this retrograde period has been hard on almost every single person around me), I'm hoping for more contact from them.
...
Very strange. I just had a very vivid sense of déjà vu. That someone is going to respond to "pity and sympathy" with "Well of course you want pity and sympathy, why else would you post this?" I can't win when my own brain sabotages me in such ways.
is
this just not enough…?
