I'm still working on setting up an interview in Fayetteville. The woman is having some issues. I hate that town so much, but if it means a job and getting out of my parents house, I guess it is worth it for a year or two.
The past couple of days have been rough. I've had more trouble sleeping than usual. I just keep thinking that I will be unable to get a job, and that these last 6 years of working my tail off in school will have been in vain. I hate feeling worthless.
Thank God for my pills. Before them, the pain was stabbing, and practically crippled me. Now, the pain is still there, but the edges have dulled and it no longer prevents me from getting out of bed in the morning and doing necessary things for daily life.
I'm upset at my so-called "friends." People who call and email each other, but not me. I sent them all an email telling them I was applying for jobs, and I didn't get a single good luck. Grrr.
Well, this has been a cheery entry. I've got to work on my portfolio now. Blech.
