I applied for a job in the town that I

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I applied for a job in the town that I
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Sat, 04-01-2006 - 7:40am

live in that I thought I was HIGHLY qualified for and they don't even want to interview me. I am a little bummed. I thought it would be perfect. The hours were full time, but worked out well with my oldest sons sports schedule. It had benefits, good benefits. Basically it was my job to cover my you know what if dh left. Feeling a little out of sorts. Not really depressed, just a little down. Now I know how screwed I really am if dh changes his mind again.

Missy

 
 
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Mon, 04-03-2006 - 8:39am
you are not screwed, that job was just not the right one is all.
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Mon, 04-03-2006 - 2:52pm

MIssy,

I am still kind of new here but thought i would chime in.

I agree with donna, about ti not being the right job. I whole heartedly believe that when one door closes there is a window somewhere you need to find.

There is this fantastic book called "Who Moved My Cheese" http://www.whomovedmycheese.com/
it is actually a business management book, but the the ideas can be applied to any part of your life.

I am not a big fan of self help books, but I found this one to be undeniably beneficial to dealing with change on every level. It is a simple story of some mice that get their cheese moved. One mouse actively seeks out new cheese and the other gets caught up in waiting for the old cheese to return.

It is a wonderfully simple example of how people can either actively affect their own lives or wait for their lives to affect them. As some one has suffered many years with BP i can't always be able to "change" my situational triggers or medical issues but I can be active participant in in shaping my future; through my daily choices and openness to change.

Go find your NEW cheese-- be it work or relationship.

all the best,
Christine