I’m feeling slightly down today after getting a rejection email for the job I interviewed for yesterday. Let’s have a pity party. Does it involve ice cream? I’m so there.
I spent the day calling every secondary school within 30 minutes of my house asking if they need subs. I emailed resumes, filled out applications, dealt with confused secretaries, and battled bureaucracy. I’m worn out.
On the bright side, I got eight cans of black beans for like $5.50 at Costco. Each day should have at least one triumph.
We’re hooked on Hornsby cider. Try some. Make sure it’s really cold. It’s delicious.
I’m struggling for something to say here. I feel like I’m banging my head against a wall. I have lots of things I want to do. The bakery blog. The bakery itself. The wedding. I can’t do any of those things until I have an income. I’m trying to be patient. I believe a path will open up for me, but I’m ready to start tearing down it right now.
In the meantime, I’m still literally dreaming about cookie dough. I have a serious problem. An intervention may be necessary. Step away from the mixer. Nice and slow. That’s it.
Anybody want to give me a job? Or just some money? I promise I’ll use it wisely. Ugh. Let’s try again tomorrow.