Yes, my angst was wasted on that stupid interview. We all know that angst is a terrible thing to waste.
I'll figure it out.
In the meantime, I've been to see the doctor (can you believe that through all this, my blood pressure is still only 110/70?) and on Monday, I'm going to have my head examined. My brother, a therapist, made me promise to find someone smarter than me. I'm glad to know he thinks so highly of me, but I kind of feel that shouldn't be too hard these days. I can't be all that bright to keep putting up with bullshit.
The rejection? Turns out it doesn't feel so bad. In fact, it pissed me off and that's an emotion I've missed these past couple of weeks.
To make myself feel better, I went out and bought more yarn. Prism. Scrumptious.