I’m in the land of the living.
I was gone so long because life happened since my last post.
In Other News…
I still have a “rash” (cough) from cubicle life.
I am currently an “unemployed Renegade.”
Though I had an interview last week.
Just KNEW I would get the job.
I probably ate, like, 8 donuts. All glazed.
Then I REALLY felt worse.
It was one of those jobs where you could really see yourself working there, you know? The pay was doable. The office even had a zen feel to it. I waited.
I bit nails and spit them across rooms.
I envisioned myself working there.
I had mock conversations with my boss-to-be.
I drove by the building claiming that job.
I waited through the long Fourth of July holiday week.
Finally Friday arrived.
I checked my phone. (Perhaps my battery died?)
Then the other day I get an e-mail…“Sorry but there were a lot of great candidates to choose from…You did not make the cut…”
I feel another donut coming on.
I am down to coins in cups.
I have an art show this month.
The sun will shine on me.