akainagi: (excel - life's not fair)
I have always had a hard time turning down even the worst of jobs. Probably d/t poor self-esteem and the assumption that I better settle for the first job I'm offered for fear that I'll never get offered anything better. This morning I had to say no to a managerial position. One that was way too far away and at a facility that appears incredibly poorly run, understaffed and horribly disorganized. The kind of place that makes you fear for your nursing license. Even if it was a tolerable facility, the distance I would have to travel everyday would make it untenable.

But. I. Need. A. Fucking. Job.

Like yesterday.

But I know that if I take something like the above that I will run myself into the ground. And when I quit or get canned because I bit off more than I can chew, then I might not even have the benefit of unemployment.

Had an interview for a different position right here in Gloucester last Friday. It was at a facility that is the total opposite of the aforementioned scary one. I'm hoping to get some kind of offer out of that.
akainagi: (Default)
So I've been about two weeks in residential eating disorder treatment and it is the wee hours of the morning on the day I probably (thanks to my s**t insurance) am getting the boot. To comemmorate this less than auspicious event:

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Me with my fluffy hair:


I met a razor and the razor won:



My beautiful semi-new tattoo:




P.S.: Please add me to your prayers and well wishes not only for my recovery, but so that at least one of the 50 or so resumes I've plastered all over cyberspace will get a hit. Because, to be frank, my job is a huge reason I have this disorder in the first place.

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