Not posting is certainly easier than posting. I didn't do it for so long and then it was too hard to even know where to start so I just didn't. And here I am, nearly two months later.
The futility of it all is that nothing has changed. Nothing. Time has been marching in a disconcerting way and the end of the year, and my shift back to Australia, is looming ever so much closer. Stupid time. Work has been getting progressively more complex and painful - so much to do an I just don't have the fucking time to do anything but tread water in a manner more like functional drowning. I have three/four months to tie up 15 projects at The Zoo; 5 at The Dungeon and the ongoing project at the pantry. I worked out that I'm doing 1.9 FTE. Yes, 1.9 FTE and only getting paid for 1. I've decided to take it upon myself to set it up to hire someone to help me out for two days a week. I have a meeting next week with the head honcho and the financial wizard to make this happen. I don't know what I'm going to do if it doesn't work.
While I've accepted that I've got a snowballs hope in hell at getting in this year, I don't think that I will really believe it until I get the Email of Doom. I even had a dream about it last night, where East Underwear had given me an interview and I was so mad that they ruined my Plan B. Somehow zombies, speeding, Wellesley St and some old friends were involved. How could they offer me an interview? I had plans!
The wait is screaming to an end and I don't have a harness. It's almost over.
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