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My mom always tells me that, more than anyone else she knows, I go into a situation smelling like shit and come up smelling like roses. Always, it seems like right when things are at their worst and I'm at my lowest, some kind of Good Luck Dispenser is triggered and I end up coming out not just ok, but actively well. I've chalked this up largely to my attitude about things--generally, when things are bad and I get despondent, I am so overwhelmingly happy about any good thing happening that ok news suddenly seems like the best news.
That's not what's happening here. I just filed my last week of unemployment benefits. There is no option to extend. In the few days since that happened, I have already booked a temp assignment (which sounds legit amazing and is in my neighborhood and has great pay) and I am looking down the barrel at possibly two job offers. I don't want to say I've already got them, since I still have another interview to go for one of the positions. But they shuffled a bunch of schedules around without my prompting so they could meet with me earlier in the week, so they're definitely keen.
Months, y'all. Months! Of nothing! WEEKS would go by without a peep from anyone! And now? Now, I'm overwhelmed for the exact opposite reason! I didn't do anything different, you know? The Good Luck Dispenser lever was just, like, switched on!
AND I STILL HAVE AN ART COMMISSION I NEED TO WORK ON.
When it rains it pours, I get it, but can I order a light drizzle, please? I'd be fine smelling faintly of plain old grass--I don't need roses. I'm absolutely beyond grateful, don't get me wrong! But I've just done a whiplash-inducing swerve from panicked about not having any work prospects and fretting about making rent to having to CHOOSE the most ideal work prospect and it's just... It's an awful lot. So I'm getting pizza and I'm watching Victorian Farm.
That's not what's happening here. I just filed my last week of unemployment benefits. There is no option to extend. In the few days since that happened, I have already booked a temp assignment (which sounds legit amazing and is in my neighborhood and has great pay) and I am looking down the barrel at possibly two job offers. I don't want to say I've already got them, since I still have another interview to go for one of the positions. But they shuffled a bunch of schedules around without my prompting so they could meet with me earlier in the week, so they're definitely keen.
Months, y'all. Months! Of nothing! WEEKS would go by without a peep from anyone! And now? Now, I'm overwhelmed for the exact opposite reason! I didn't do anything different, you know? The Good Luck Dispenser lever was just, like, switched on!
AND I STILL HAVE AN ART COMMISSION I NEED TO WORK ON.
When it rains it pours, I get it, but can I order a light drizzle, please? I'd be fine smelling faintly of plain old grass--I don't need roses. I'm absolutely beyond grateful, don't get me wrong! But I've just done a whiplash-inducing swerve from panicked about not having any work prospects and fretting about making rent to having to CHOOSE the most ideal work prospect and it's just... It's an awful lot. So I'm getting pizza and I'm watching Victorian Farm.
