All In A Days Time
I start my day leaning my head back, looking to the sky and reminding myself that I am inimitable, an individual among the common, I smile, my eyes twinkle. I open my twinkling eyes a little wider to mentally visual the rest of the individuals ready to face the day. Deep sigh. I am as common as a unique snowflake.
A thin envelope arrives in the mail today. It’s addressed to me from the company I applied for. Again, it’s thin. Very thin. Depressingly thin. So thin, I opt for a moment not to read the obvious rejection enclosed. Words on the paper tell me someone else was offered the job that was meant for me. Disappointment ensued.
The phone rings, it’s my daughter. She’s at the barn and someone else is riding her pony; with the trainers permission. Steam escapes my ears. Questions loudly echo through my head and Poor Bill receives a call. He gets the task of calling the trainer and the barn for one and only one reason: he can stay calm while pissed off.
In laws arrive tomorrow. My house is a mess. Just when I want to bury my head in the sand, I have to get up and move and do and especially clean. The house is a mess, the kids need dinner, laundry is piling and I’m off in a corner licking the day’s wounds. Pizza gets delivered and the maid is called for morning assistance. I pour a glass of wine, sit down with a slice of pizza and listen to the commodores lull me into calm. I steady myself for the real storm that lies ahead.
Tags: bruised ego, disappointment, horses, messy houses
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May 1, 2008 at 8:38 pm
Oy.
I feel for you. Really, I do. Sorry about the rejection letter. That would hurt me most. Buck up?
May 1, 2008 at 8:40 pm
are you getting my comments at all? wordpress says you are, but I dont see them. WTF?
May 1, 2008 at 11:04 pm
The Commodores can heal all wounds.
Listen, Smart, Capable, Wonderful Woman, I’ve sat on numerous search committees, and I know completely that the process makes no sense…it’s complete weird whimsy, where highly-qualified, impressive candidates end up not getting hired because of random behind-the-scenes politics. You may have no idea what happened in them choosing who they did, but rest certain it makes no sense and that the rejection is not a valid reflection of you.
Of course, when you’re offered a job, it will be because you were clearly the best.
May 2, 2008 at 4:17 am
Ugh, sounds like a rotten day.
And tomorrow, with the in-laws, doesn’t sound any better. (Sorry, Poor Bill, no offence meant to your folks, who, I have no doubt, are very fine people!)
Big breaths and a large glass of brandy should help.
May 2, 2008 at 7:59 am
I’m so sorry about the job {hug} Ah crap, have a drink for me too while you’re at it. Keep drinking all weekend. Make up excuses to leave for long walks alone and let Bill deal with his family.
You need a pick-me-up weekend away. Can you do that? Book a spa or something?
I’m thinking of you.
May 2, 2008 at 8:04 am
Could be worse, no pony, no wine, no maids, no Poor Bill. Could be better, no assholio boss or in-laws. You are looking for a better work situation and time will fix the in-law problem, focus on the future win-win. Meantime; share the adjida.
May 2, 2008 at 9:56 pm
Oh, don’t be discouraged, I agree with Jocelyn - so many times there is so much going on behind the scenes during hiring that none of it makes sense - therefore, you would not want to work there anyway. There will be a place for you.
Your life sounds about as insane as mine lately and no end in sight for either of us - yarggghhhhhhh - a nice weekend at the Hilton on the Beach laying by the pool would really really be nice -
hope its not snowing where you are at…..
ah, have a daydream with your glass of wine.
May 3, 2008 at 2:06 pm
All of that could have been any day from my life except for the twinkling eyes in the morning part. My eyes never twinkle in the morning — unless I’m still in bed wrapped around someone and don’t have to wake up. THEN, they’re twinkling.
Here’s hoping that the storm is more of a minor rainfall that can be easily managed. Keeping my fingers crossed for you!
May 4, 2008 at 5:42 am
Soz about the job. Sucks. Hope the weekend goes okay, though…
May 4, 2008 at 9:22 pm
Hi Rachel:
Fully bucked up and ready to face a new week!!
Hi Jocelyn:
You are too sweet. And yes, the Commodores work serious magic that can not be messed with.
Hi Red:
Poor Bill took no offense. Over the years I’ve made him well aware of his parents flaws. LOL!
Hi Carrie:
No spas happening for a while. BUT, a nice Sunday evening cuddling with Poor Bill did wonders.
Hi Holly:
Ha! It could always be worse especially since I do share the adjita, but then I suspect you knew that.
Hi Gardenia:
I will totally be daydreaming that scene. Thanks for implanting it.
Hi Angela
Thanks! It seems I had enough coffee to elicit a twinkling of the eyes that morning.
Hi Asterisk:
Weekend went better than anticipated. And ya, the job thing sucks, but on the positive, now, I can take the summer off. Always a silver lining.
May 5, 2008 at 3:48 am
Sounds like some sanity boundaries need to be drawn. For instance, why must the in-laws stay at your house? When I visit relatives, I NEVER ask to crash at their places. I get a hotel room — it’s healthy separation for everyone.
May 5, 2008 at 7:26 am
Hi Jim:
Gosh, wouldn’t that be easy! But, the kids adore their grandparents, and I find it easier to sleep in when they jump on their bed early in the morning instead of mine. Besides, this is Poor Bills house too and he likes them here. I kept telling myself: its only for a weekend. and then its wasn’t soo bad.
May 5, 2008 at 8:33 am
yeah that’s a crappy day… a rejection letter and the out-laws…
methinks you should pour another glass of wine
good luck!
May 5, 2008 at 12:06 pm
Sorry they didn’t have better sense to make you an offer. There’s nothing one can do about the in-laws. Stock more wine.
May 6, 2008 at 11:37 am
Hmmm, I’m sorry you didn’t get the job. I guess you were too good for them
Mmmm, pizza…
Puss
May 7, 2008 at 1:26 pm
i’m sorry you had a rough week last week. i hope things have improved and that the job rejection stung for only a moment or two.
you’re obviously meant for something else
can’t wait to read what happens next…