free2flirt19's Journal

      Wow....this has been a trying week. I have been desperately looking for a job with no luck. I guess this would make my aunts in Georgia jump up and down saying...I TOLD YOU SO. I TOLD YOU SO. Whatever. It usually isnt this hard to get a job with my experience. Ive been back and forth to my OLD job.....WHERE I WAS THE HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE.....and i was someone who was on top of her game and did ALOT for the company before i left to Georgia, and they have been giving me the run around that they "want me back" then keep asking me to come back like every other day to talk to a different person about coming back. Dont you just hate when people give you the run around??? Why cant they just either 1. Give me my job back or 2. Tell me to fuk off??? I dont get people. Maybe thats why im such a loner. I had this opportunity come up for this fantastic job where the CEO of her own clothing line and own store needs a personal assistant. That is what Im great at and want to persue. So i send her my resume....and not joking...she calls me back 1 MINUTE after i send it. We have a great conversation and tells me over and over how great i would be as her assistant based on my experience and personality. Then she never calls me again. Im not the type of person thats gonna be calling her everyday bugging her...because i know shes a CEO and shes really bz. I just figure shes not really interested or has found someone so much better. Whatever.

      It doesnt help my weight loss or job search now that i cant walk. Yup.....this clumsy girl has made it so that im bound to this couch for a while. I was a little frustrated last nite that i was spending another nite alone after my "friend" (ex boyfriend who i spent last nite with) didnt invite me out to go celebrate his birthday. I am hurt. Anyways so i went to go start dinner and tripped over the coffee table in the middle of the living room. My ankle bent in the wrong way and i felt a POP...and from there i layed on the floor crying in pain for the next 45 minutes. I was depressed and hurting and i cried until there whee nomore tears. It didnt help putting 230lbs in a swollen bruised up ankle. I was bruised and hurting ALONE until 11:30 last nite until my dad arrive and told me to stop being so dramatic. I hate when people saythat to me because i express how i feel. He gave me a bandage so i could wrap my ankle up, took two tylenol pms (which are super strong) and fell asleep last nite feeling very alone.