Day #49

When Weili relayed the news, I swear my heart took a little plunge and sank to the watery abyss of depression. It came up for a bit, sputtered and drowned again. I called Goof and burst into tears midway through our conversation.

There goes my dream job.

It's only been slightly over two months. But boy, it has been a sickening test of patience. Mine has never been plentiful and it's driving me crazy.

There are days when I am perfectly happy to wash Pipi's cage, do a bit of cooking and lounge around. There are days when I wake up feeling utterly lousy, wondering if I will still remain unemployed by the time convocation comes around. Or worse, throughout the downturn. These days, it's the latter.

I hate this.