I turned in my application for a job, and this effort is the equivalent of a half court shot.
I still want the current one too, but I would chuck it in an instant for this one, even though it is full of unknowns. I guess it's a good thing, not like the last time when I would rather stab myself with a tack than remain tied to my cubicle. There are new things hanging on this job, not desperation. If this Hail Mary pass fails, I will keep a job that I like, and it will change drastically anyway. It is a very worthy consolation prize if I cannot reach this crazy brass ring. I gave it a good shot, (to get back to my original metaphor), and I practiced more of what got me through college: imperfection. I know it wasn't perfect, but I prepared as much as possible and took a carefully aimed shot.
For some reason, I thought because I turned it in yesterday, I would sleep well last night. HA! Nope, and I've still got one day left this week to go in and do the best I can to pass on my knowledge in an organized format to prepare my coworkers for my absence, which will happen either way.
You're going to think I'm crazy, but I saw a fortune lying on the ground yesterday evening during Riley's walk. Yes, someone else's fortune from their dinner escaped or discarded. I tried walking past- I did- but the universe commanded me to pick that shit up, so I did.
A pleasant surprise is in store for you soon.
Well, ok! Maybe it's this job, maybe it's not. Maybe it's unrelated, or maybe this sparks some crazy chain of events. I'm trying to think good thoughts overall. I sent my application packet out with a kiss and a prayer, but I know by now that what we want is not always what's right for us.
It is just hard as hell to watch that ball in the air. I can still feel it leaving my fingers.
