Their loss

The grumpy dwarf told Himself today that I very nearly got the job at MANU. They were about to offer it to me when someone came in to interview that had experience with their particular database software. Bleh. Whatever experience that person has isn't the same as having a mutant talent for exploiting databases. I could have had their donor list jumping through hoops by the end of the week.

I'm a little surprised that I'm not more unhappy than I am. I was in black despair on Tuesday after MANU called and I slept pretty much through the rest of that day and almost all of Wednesday. When I did drag myself downstairs late Wednesday I went to my worktable and finished the Kensington outfit for Ellowyne, which turned out very nicely, even the belt. All I need is to suss out some way to get the look of mother of pearl buttons for the blouse, and it will be a triumph. Then back to bed to sleep through Thursday.

Maybe it's the Cymbalta, maybe it's because I've been asleep 48 out of the last 60 hours, or maybe God is watching over me despite my inability to ask him to. At any rate, I'm a little sad and worried about how we're going to make the mortgage payment, but I'm not in that hellish desolation that I would have expected.

Oh, and I’m a little annoyed that I have to go back to looking for a job and face the prospect of more interviews. Lord, how I wish I had a real creative talent that was marketable enough to let me stay home and work.

I’ve been awake for a couple of hours now, long enough to shower, get something to eat, and read the latest on Prego. That’s enough for the moment, I think. Time for another 10 hour nap. I shouldn’t have to really be dressed and functional until JimBob’s game on Saturday and not even much awake for that. JimBob’s games are best enjoyed without a lot of cognitive activity.