My little 'steve-moves-in-i-leave-the-turkey-we-live-happily-ever-after' plan isn't going very well... mainly because i keep getting turned down for the jobs and it's putting a massive strain on us both, to the point where i'm beginning to seriously worry about our future. Steve's contract ended and he moved in with us all because my idiotic estate agents decided at the last minute that thy would let me leave my contract... and i thought everything was going to be fine. And then i started getting turned down for jobs here there and everywhere.
I forgot how bad it feels to be turned down... it's not the same when it's a bog-standard bar job or a shop assistnt gig. When someone says you didn't get the job and it's something you thought you were good at and something you're qualified in... you begin to question yourself. Am i a good writer? Will i ever make it as a journalist? Will i still be a bar supervisor at 30? Scary thoughts...
Please god, let me get a good job soon.....
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