Night before a job interview butterflies.
I say butterflies like it feels like dainty, fluttery movements, when it’s actually a wild boar stomping on my tummy.
To be fair, it could be the gigantic Aunt Flo crippling me. Ugh.
I love working at the gym. I’ve made great friends and love all the regulars. But there are no daytime shifts and with B at pre-school 3 times a week now, I’m ready to tackle the day job and get my evenings back.
I hate job hunting. It’s fine this time around because I’m not desperately looking. I don’t NEED one. Trawling through Indeed every night is soul destroying. There’s literally nothing but warehouse/agencies and care work.
But… I found the perfect job. And this will be the first time I’ve had an interview for a job I actually want as opposed to ‘a job to fit in with the family’. Hence my wild boar stomping around…
Here’s hoping my next slice of life update will be a happy one 🤞🏻