It was foolish, I know. I may be unemployed in just a couple of weeks and should be watching every penny.
This morning, I had my car inspected (passed – yay!), and then invited Cordelia to lunch (my treat). Cordelia was unavailable so I had the afternoon free. My route home from the dealership takes me past Premier Wine & Spirits (humongous store), and somehow my car just decided to turn into that lot.
If I’m going to be unemployed, I won’t be able to afford wine. I’m currently employed and just paid off my credit card, and I have money in savings. Maybe I should stock up NOW while I still can.
And naturally, once unemployed – and having already applied to every friggin’ employer within 50 miles of home – I will have all that time on my hands.
Hopefully, it won’t come to that.
But I’m still waiting. Great interviews last week, no offers yet this week. My boss still thinks I will be receiving an offer from his golfing buddy, Attorney X (“It just takes time,” he said, “it doesn’t happen overnight.” Well, dammit, it should! How long does it take to recognize expertise?)
In desperation, I left a message for Attorney Z on Monday, simply asking him to call (I swear that’s all I said in that message. and I was careful to keep the begging sound out of my voice!). He still has not returned the call. I think I might have scared him off. Damn.
I had an optimistic phone interview 5 minutes ago – until the salary question came up. Minimum wage for a hard-working real estate paralegal with 18 years experience? I think not.
Although it could come to that. I can just see my salary requirements dropping dramatically a month or so from now.
Meanwhile, I wait.
Thank you for sharing my pain. For all our sakes, I hope it ends soon.
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