Finally got the call today from the company I've been courting about a job since May 15th and it came back negative. They ended up - after three interviews, more then a dozen phone calls, several emails, and almost a month of waiting - selecting the other candidate. The only possible thing that might make it not a disaster is that they just opened a new position in the same company, same location, different division and different boss. But....I'm not getting my hopes up. Looks like we're back to square one.
*sigh*
Make matters worse, I get to bed late last night - like 4:30am - and, my cell phone rang several times in the morning, waking me up from already broken sleep. It rings again, and this time I see it's my sister's home number. Remember, I LIVE at my sister's right now. I get out of bed, shuffle to the door and say, "Yes?" Turns out that yesterday afternoon the company called me and left a message. My sister was on the phone with my mother and remembers she never relayed the message. This prompts my mother to insist that my sister wake me that INSTANT to give me the message.
Which leads me back to the ringing phone. So, tired, groggy, and pissed, I tell her that not only did I speak to them ONCE yesterday, but TWICE. As I told my mom several times, they have my cell phone number and they actively call me on it. Which is what they did yesterday and thus, the need to wake me up was non-existant.
I was just pissed. It's just the latest in the continual agravating process of "Let's run her life for her" my family has undertaken. Grrr....I'm so sick and tired of everyone assuming that I need them to tell me what to do. Guess what? I don't. It's MY life. Of everyone, I'm the only one who knows what's REALLY going on since (guess what?) I'm the one LIVING it. There's a difference between being supportive and helpful and trying to run my life. My friends do the former. My family does the latter. It's the damned curse of being the "baby" of the family. My mom can't get past the fact that that does NOT make me perpetually twelve.
*sigh again*
So....when I got the call today, it was crushing. Simply wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I'm sure once I get home, I'll be doing some of that anyway. I tell my sister that I finally got the call and that they chose the other candidate and she says to me with scorn (because as a Bartender/Cocktail waitress for over 18 years, she doesn't know how Office/Corporate jobs work) "So are you going to get ANY job now or wait another month for them to call you for an interview?"
How cold is that? I'm trying my best to not sob and I'm getting scolded by my sister (who, I might add, just quit her job). Fucking nice, isn't it? Needless to say, this was just information I did not need today, nor the attitude. I'm so sick of being there I can't even begin go tell the extent of it. It's so horrible when you not only lose everything in your life, but also have to deal with a continual onslaught of insult from those who are supposed to be your family...
Anyway, it's getting late and I'm not getting anything productive done. Just another peg on the ladder of hell. More as I can get online...
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 6/6/2001 11:24:20 PM ~
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