I hate to be a “sad-sack”, but today has been difficult. My Gam passed on Mother’s Day last year, and I was very close to her. Plus — without giving away too much information my family would not want me to share — my Mom’s also having a hard time. And I’m not a mother. And that’s its own thing. So, to distract myself, I went to the salon.
Let’s backtrack. I don’t have much real jewelry. I have my engagement ring, my wedding ring, and my diamond earrings. The earrings were a gift from Jason a few years ago. And I have not taken them off since.
Back to today. I got home from the salon and noticed I was missing an earring. I promptly FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. WHY ME, LORD JESUS! NOT TODAY! NOT TODAY, YOU BASTARD! It was bad and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
And then… the salon called. They found my earring. And then there was much of whatever the opposite of wailing and gnashing of teeth is.
I’m not sure what fate is trying to tell me. Or if fate even exists. All I know is that I lost something and then it was found. And life is strange and awesome. And diamonds are like boomerangs, I guess.
Happy Mother’s Day?
There’s a job at my company that I might apply for. It’s with the Marketing Department. And I know I’d be great at it.
But here’s the thing — I’m kinda scared. I have this thing with rejection, in that I’m terrible at it. And I become an awkward crazy person when I’m in an interview situation. I crumble like a chunk of feta cheese.
I job shadowed recently and I got so nervous, I walked into the men’s washroom. And I’m a woman.
But I can’t be held back by my silly fears. What’s the worst that can happen? (Lots, I suppose.) But WHATEVER. Since I don’t have a middle name, it can be “Failure”.
And I can tell my middle name to shove it.