The Other Woman

Being a temp is a little like being "The Other Woman." I found that in a journal from nearly ten years ago, when I moved to Boston and was temping--and man, IT IS SO TRUE. I got a job offer from the place I was working at, but then they called me on Friday and said they wanted to give the woman I was replacing another chance. So the employer that promised me the moon--well, a great salary and incredible benefits, not to mention a piece of mind--has decided they can't leave their wife. So what's a girl to do? Stay home and wait for the phone to call? I don't THINK SO.

Although I wasn't surprised, I was seriously bummed. This is only adding to my stress now that I am STILL not working. I am needing some abundant thoughts here folks. Right now I am grumpy & not believing in anything. It's so crappy being unemployed. I HATE IT.

Luckily, it's gorgeous out in New York and my friend Glenn just bought me lunch. Also, I have enough money to pay my rent tomorrow. Things could be worse and worrying about them getting worse just doesn't add up to much accept frightening IMAGINARY scenarios. Nothing real.

And here I am STILL LIVING THE DREAM. Apparently, the dream can include boredome, fear, nausea, loneliness, and anxiety. Very exciting, dreamy stuff indeed.

I'm off for more coffee.