May wasn’t kind in the loss of my knitting mojo, and now June is starting off in a nose dive!
I’ve applied for different jobs at a local hospital. 12!!! different jobs. And at this point I have been rejected for 9 of the 12. I haven’t even been afforded the courtesy of a call for further investigation. I haven’t been narrow in my available times/days. I have no “hospital” experience, but have a wealth of management and customer service experience, and most all of the jobs are in those areas. So, is it my age? My name? My exuberance in applying?
So if that isn’t enough of a hit to my confidence, Thursday brought this joy to my life.
New glasses I picked up in the morning, flat tire I discovered upon returning home.
I. AM. SO. DONE!