Exhausted
Between the job search and the money worries, I’m pretty well beat. A job search is, of course, stressful on its own. But when you add in the draining worry about whether the money will last until you get another job, you find yourself completely knackered at the end of the day. It’s only 9 pm, and I got up this morning at 7, but I feel like I haven’t slept in a week.
I had two interviews today. I’ve sent out something like three dozen resumes in the last three days. I have about a dozen more to send out tomorrow. I’ve also got to buy a new pair of black shoes. I blew out the toe of my last nice pair today. Can’t be fixed.
And I have to get my son’s glasses fixed. He left them in the floor and they got stepped on — it sprung the spring in one earpiece, so they won’t fit him properly now. Grrrrrrr. And I need a pair of white or bone-colored shoes for the wedding next weekend. At least I have another week on that.
I’m going to bed. I’ve got to be down at the Public Assistance office by 7:30 tomorrow morning, which means a 5:45 wake-up call.