Failure Isn't An Option, It's A Lifestyle
Today seems far less rosie and positive than yesterday did. The hunt for jobs has been less successful, and the one I REALLY, REALLY want to do out of today's job pages is the one I have absolutely no chance of getting. Not that that's gonna stop me applying, but I really doubt my application will receive a second glance.
I went and sat downstairs to have a bit of a break and a cup of tea, and Archie came over and curled up next to me. When he looked at me with his happy, trusting eyes I felt like such a fraud, such a failure. Doesn't matter how much he loves and trusts me, I'm a failure, and pretty soon I won't be able to buy cat food for him, or keep the roof over his head. But he doesn't know that, he just curls up next to me and purrs and wants me to rub his little cotton wool tummy for him. His innocent faith and trust should cheer me up, I know, but it doesn't, it just makes me feel worse for letting down people who have such apparent confidence in me.
Even as I'm writing this he's come trundling upstairs to sit next to me on the windowsill. Maybe he knows I'm depressed, knows how I'm feeling, knows what I'm writing, and he's trying to prove to me that I'm wrong.
posted by BadMonkey @ 3:45 PM
1 Comments:
Why wouldn't you have a shot at getting the job you want? You're super smart and if you find a way to express your *PASSION* then maybe they'll give you a shot.
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