Me: “Um, can you suddenly smell that [unlit] candle on the windowsill?”
Katie: “YES. Why did it suddenly start smelling so strong?”
Me: “We’re probably being haunted by someone whose grave we walked over today.”
Other cemetery adventure: we encountered a raccoon that was just wandering around by some crypts and I convinced Katie that he was probably rapid (it was DAYTIME! I mean, come on!). But maybe he was just being a weird city raccoon that ignores his nocturnal instincts.
Someone needs to invents something (an app, a journal, whatever) where I can track a bunch of elements to see if there’s a connection between them. For example, today would be like:
General mood: great - good - average - bad
Activity level: great - good - average - bad
Healthfulness of food: great - good - average - bad
Quality of internet interactions: great - good - average - bad
Friendliness of coworkers: great - good - average - bad
Public Transit quality: great - good - average - bad
Bedroom cleanliness: great - good - average - bad
Does this exist? Am I just missing it?
Even with all my thinking happy thoughts and self care yesterday, it still wasn’t a great day. I was already at a high level of stress and running on minimal sleep and no food when someone from HR called me into a meeting room.
I didn’t get that job I’d applied for. The person they hired has much more experience than I do, and is looking to work in that area long-term and etc etc. It still stung. Worse, I already knew it was coming because my department processes new hire forms, and I’d seen that the position had been filled. There was just something so disheartening about sitting in a conference room, having someone say to my face why I wasn’t suitable for the job that just crushed me.
I thanked her, and then went back to my desk and (quietly) cried at my desk for ten minutes. I am such a sensitive creature, and I really take rejection like this to heart. So I gave myself ten minutes of feeling sorry for myself, and then went back to work and was fine for the rest of the day. And then I went home and made fettuccini alfredo with spinach, fake chicken and garlic bread for myself because crying burns a lot of calories.
Anyway. I feel much better today. I’m still happy with my current job, and I really only applied for this other one because so many people had encouraged me to. I might ignore such encouragements in the future, because I really don’t think it was worth this much stress, but we’ll see.
I am having a stressful week at work, and my usual plan of taking deep breaths and drinking water is only helping a bit, so I’ve been making lists of the best things in life to cheer myself up:
- chocolate covered raisins (the only form of raisins I will eat, really)
- when restaurants give you a bottle of water for the table
- watching tv cuddled up under a blanket with a cute boy
- waking up early and not hungover on a Saturday
- alfredo sauce
- trench coats (I own like three?)
- how soft baby beavers tails are
- cats that can play fetch
- playing hide and go seek as an adult (have you tried it? It’s kind of amazing.)
- scalp massages/people playing with your hair
- reading a whole book in one day (this was me with Catching Fire yesterday)