Not much to report today.
Interviewed twice before Christmas for a job. Felt good about the possibility of actually getting it. Got the call today that I didn't get it. I have a job, but would have really enjoyed this new one. Been kind of in a funk all day. Don't really have the energy to write.
Right after I found out I didn't get the job a janitor in a building whipped around with his mop and hit me smack in the middle of my forehead with the handle. It was actually the best thing that could have happened to me today. It got me to the "shit is going so poorly today that it's actually hilarious" mindset.
I bloodied my hand somehow today. I was walking around smoking cigarettes and didn't notice that my right hand was covered in blood. I would have looked crazy to the other people on the street, but with the advent of the smart phone nobody actually looks up or around anymore.
It's funny because right before I got the phone call I was feeling upset that we don't have the 9th shit done yet. It's so hard to be patient. I want this shit done, and I want to be making moves. Too much waiting recently. One of the shoes just dropped, I guess, so I no longer have to wait to hear about this job. Silver lining, son.
Imma feel better tomorrow. Back at 'em, and whatnot.