I had a job interview today, my first in nearly a year, and I’m not entirely sure how it went. The job is basically tailored for me, and I would love to be doing something I’m so knowledgable about and so good at, but, at the very end, I got a question about something that happened months ago and that I didn’t really have anything to do with. I felt like I was being attacked because one of the kids has special needs. I did my best, and if they choose not to use me for the position, then that’s their choice. There’s nothing I can do about it now.
In other news, I’m battling bronchitis, which, in not too many words, sucks! I don’t feel sick for most of the day, but I can’t laugh or I lose the ability to breathe. If I start coughing it’s all over; I can’t breathe, I can’t talk, and I can’t stop. Grossly enough, I can cough up mucus, but I can’t get it out, so I can’t get rid of it. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. By the end of the day my head is throbbing, my chest is tight and sore, and I just want to stab myself in the face to end my suffering. I hate being sick. 😦 Not to mention that I sound like a bad drag queen right now. I feel awesome.
In my sickened state I’ve been spending a lot of time on the internet, searching around for crap I don’t need or spending hours looking for specific things that people want for their almost babies, only to be shot down and not thanked. I really need to stop being nice to people that really are not nice to me, but I digress. I’ve been reading several blogs to keep me entertained and I almost did the unthinkable today: joined a TTC forum! I’m not one to generally ask for help or commisserate with other people, but, in a particularly severe moment of weekness I wandered over to the Bump, and considered logging in. In the end, my sanity returned (or so I’m telling myself) and I didn’t post anything, but now I’m wondering if maybe I should have. Would it be beneficial for me to talk to other women who are trying to conceive and not having any luck? I’m afraid that it’ll just bring me down as I read, from month to month, that more and more of them are getting pregnant while I’m not. I’m still considering it, albeit in the back of my mind. Lord knows that my current plan of venting to the same three friends (whom I’m sure are sick of hearing about it) and being around people who got pregnant “on accident” the same month I started trying to get pregnant on purpose, is just not helping my morale at all.
In other news, this is the week of the infamous “Facebook Blackout”! That’s right, folks, as of this past Sunday I have not logged onto Facebook even once and I don’t plan to again until Monday the 27th. I doubt anyone really cares all that much, and I do feel rather liberated from it by having been gone for three days, but I must say that I picked the worst week to do this little experiment. Aunt Ann is planning a Miller family get together, it’s Kevin’s birthday tomorrow, and I’m trying to put together a baby shower luncheon thing for the two girls at work (once again, being way too nice, however it does get me out of playing any baby shower games). I have come to learn that planning any sort of get together or celebrating any sort of special occassion with anyone off of Facebook in this day and age just kind of sucks. That being said, things seem to be working out fine, albeit with more legwork having to be done.
Now, for the real reason I logged on this lovely evening… WORDLESS WEDNESDAY! I apologize for missing last week, and because I couldn’t participate in WW on Facebook this week, I didn’t think to take any pictures. My remedy for this? I’m going to post last weeks photos. 🙂 Enjoy!