Holding My Breath
I keep trying not to, but I keep finding myself doing it. Literally.
Someone has taken the snowglobe of my life and decided to shake it all around.
I have to admit that ’someone’ is me. But that doesn’t make it any less… shakey.
I made some bad decisions last year, my first year of being single. And while they seemed like good decisions at the time, I see now that they were definitely not. Now I’m in need of a car, and a job. And I need both to get the other.
I’m *this close* to getting a job. There were some bureaucratic hoops to jump through, and everyone just waits for that. But the job is definitely worth it. I just jumped through the last hoop, and am holding my breath on the official job offer, and to figure out what they intend to pay (I know it will be decent, just not sure how decent) and if that needs to be negotiated at all. *sigh*
Last stop: needing a car. NOW. I’ve got faith and all, but my nerves are still shot with all this focus it takes to walk this tightrope. Job requires 24/7 availability for emergencies… so there’s no way to not have a car at my complete and immediate disposal to get me there.
I also have another interview for a different job which I only expect to pay half as well. But in case anything falls through with the first, it will be an easy job for me that I’d enjoy too. And though it would still require a car to get me there and home, by the time they offer it then I’ll have had more time to come up with one.
Gulp.