I guess what’s frustrating is that the job I applied for is my dream job for this stage in my life, and they actually seemed to really like me, but they hired someone with more experience. Which means there’s not a thing I could’ve done differently to get the job, I guess. And to have them hang onto my resume in case they can rearrange things feels like having a carrot dangling in front of me. But I suppose that carrot has been dangling too long, and I’ve been lulled into inaction and I have to take care of my business.
So now I feel alive and on a mission. I’m going home on Sunday for a week to sleep in my bed and be with my mom and my best friend and apply for jobs from there and go to Cooter Brown’s to drink cheap beer. And then I’m going to drive to Memphis for Courtney’s wedding next weekend, and when I come back, we’re renting a small uhaul and bringing up my bed and my books and my dresser…and my cats, who I miss most of all.
I also called the plus-size ladies’ store, whose manager I’d been in contact with several times, to tell her I was all clear to work for her. Hopefully she still wants me.
But I still need a “real” job. If you hear of any in Chicago for a writer/copy editor/marketing person/social media person, let me know.