It's been a weird past three weeks. Twenty days ago, I interviewed for a job. I hate to call it just a job because... well, think about your most ideal, legitimate job. Now think about what would make it even better than that. This job comes close to that. It's been a weird 20 days because I was contacted by them and told that they have not made a decision yet but soon will. Through some sources, I have found out that the reconstruction at their location has hit some snags and may force a delay in opening hence sending their focus into other things besides new hires. Needless to say, this has left me in some sort of limbo.

Part of me wants to scream out loud because that is what I feel inside. I hate the wait. I hate not having any control over the situation. To be honest, I just want to know what their decision is. Even if I don't get the job, at least I will know to plan my next move. And to be perfectly honest, that is what is making me anxious.

I've always been able to rebound easily from anything. When I do get something that I did not plan on getting, I have always found ways of explaining why I am not accepting the position. When I get rejected from something, I have also been able to move on. Actually, being in a losing situation has always fired up my determination. Getting the short end of the stick tends to force me to focus more on all the other things I have - I become more creative, I become more determined, and, best of all, I become more intense at the gym. Rejection has always made my body stronger, fitter, and leaner.

So, the days keep on going by and still no word from the company. I would love to have this job. I haven't wanted something this bad in a long time. I will be disappointed if I don't get it. On the other hand, if I don't get it, I may be in the best shape ever in my life. I hate that I have a positive spin on both ends. I just want to scream. Later.
  ¶ 11:41 PM