I am to rejoin the ranks of the employed tommorow. Doing the thing that I like doing – breaking software. Whoohoo!
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Brought to you by the Dutch Antilles via the Caribbean:
Hi, als ik me goed herinner ben jij Mare van de Nederlandse Antillen. Of vergis ik me? Als het zo is zou ik graag nog eens in contact komen met jou. Ik wil namelijk naar de Nederlandse Antillen of ergens in dat gebied gaan verhuizen.
Sorry als ik je met iemand anders heb verward.
He apparently thought I was someone else.
I’ve gone missing. I’m slowly drowning in my everyday-ness. I need excitement, I need travel, I need to get out of the damn house.
I want to go to school. I have been batting this idea around for what…15 years? It’s time. Now as to what I actually want to study? That’s been also batted around for those 15 years. I’ve toyed with the idea of becoming a teacher, a nurse, an anthropologist, a programmer, a writer. I’ve thought about just going and letting whatever happens, happen. But I can’t seem to get up off my dead, lazy ass and just go do it! Part of this is because people – especially people in crowds – make me nervous. I have this paranoid suspicion that they’re all, well…looking at me. Laughing. Pointing. Intellecutally, I know they’re not. But that doesn’t ease the fear.
And I’ve had years of this to build up that internal monologue; defense. So I think, “today I am going to go to the college and get some financial aid, maybe talk to a counseler. I’ll take J to work and the baby and I will just go.” But somewhere in the deep recesses of my head, a split second dialogue takes place. “Going to the big campus place to talk to people.”
“what’ll we do?”
“do we really want to go?”
“well, its not like we actually have the money to go”
“but we could get financial aid”
“not with our bad credit”
“but that’s what financial aid is all about”
“but they only give that to certain people – certainly not to almost middle aged women who’ve been out school”
“besides, we haven’t taken that big test yet”
“what big test?”
and on and on and on….Sometimes, I think I can hear it going on. Sometimes it just generates a huge feeling of helplessness, hopelessness.
I can’t get out of this morass of settling down. I do NOT want to settle down. I do not want to live my life as its been going. Certainly, there are ways out. Some of them I know of — and just don’t want to take. Some of them are hidden, and I cannot find the night vision goggles.
I can generally squash any idea of moving, getting out by the following little thought process….
“I wouldn’t feel so helpless/hopeless/trapped/scared/whatever if I could just lose XXX pounds. Because if I looked better, I would feel better. And then I wouldn’t have anything to fear.”
What’s the matter with me that I can’t accept that how I look is how I look? That I am the same person, really no matter if I weigh 120 or 1020? :I I am broken. And not in a laying on the floor, sad yet sexy, in moody blue lighting kind of way. There’s some jagged bit of something lodged in my mind that tells me that no matter who tells me otherwise – they are viewing me through some skewed lens.
Now, I know that I have many things going for me. A pretty decent marriage; a fantastic, smart, beautiful, talented daughter; an improving relationship with my family — I feel that I am personally lacking. That all of these admittedly wonderful things are external to me. And somewhow, not really of me.
I am hollow. A shell of the vibrant me that I used to be. Care, stress, mortgages have seemingly stripped all of the laughing me away. I cannot remember the last time I deep down belly laughed in the company of friends. Laughed until I was crying. Until my sides ached.
I want me back.
I just got the call.
I didn’t get it.
I’ve not been wanting to post about this because it might somehow jinx it – but, I’ve been waiting on news of a possible job. Some days ago I posted about X company that wouldn’t accept my resume from Y agency because it apparently had been submitted a year 1/2 ago by Z agency.
Well, Y agency went to bat for me (thanks Jen) and setup a phone interview with X company. That went very well – so I was called in for a pesonal interview. Three hours of grilling – it seemed to go very well. I don’t have all the sys admin that they might wish but I am godlike in my testing background.
That was on last Thursday. I’ve gotten a tentative thumbs up from Jen at Y agency. However, tentative thumbs up do not pay bills. I need to know what the result is. Actually, what I need is a folder full of contractual agreements and offers.
I was hoping to hear something yesterday but, when I called they told me that because of an ongoing merger everything is pretty much in chaos right now. I understand, I do.
*bitch, whine, piss, moan*