Week 37

As of this writing it has officially been one week since I last worked, and 6 days since the interview. And since then there have been no phone calls. No emails. No prospects.

Life....

     I've come to realize it's exceptionally hard for me to enjoy things. Even when things are going really well, which is rare, I often can't sit back and enjoy it because I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Unfortunately, it has been my experience that something bad always follows something good. And for some reason the bad has always overshadowed the good to me. Always.

     And it doesn't help that I have Destination Addiction (the preoccupation with the idea that happiness is in the next place, the next job, and with the next partner.) Pretty much since the time I first came out here I've been thinking about moving to Chicago. And New York. And Atlanta. And New Orleans. And, just recently, back home. Somehow I've convinced myself that things will be easier and make more since once I go to this place or that place. Lately, I've been thinking that things would just be so much easier if I move back St. Louis. And that is the most troubling thing of all.

     I have an interview tomorrow. And it's big. Or at least it could be. Last week's was supposed to be big also, and I never heard back from them, even after being promised that I would. So I'm trying not to get too excited about tomorrow. Trying.