My goal toward being a happier, more positive person is not so easy. I have my ups and downs. For some reason the downs take up more of my life.
I applied for two jobs again today, after a rather dry spell of nothing being posted that fit my skills. But I think I committed a huge faux pas.
When I was nearly done prepping my cover letter e-mail to send to the second prospective job, I double-checked the first one, which I’d already sent, for errors. That’s when I realized that I screwed up royally. I had cut and pasted text from a previously sent e-mail into this new one and left some of the text in from the old e-mail. So it makes no sense and mentions the name of the other employer. I’m so doomed, not only because this job not only sounded completely relevant to me, but also because it may be with the same publisher whose work I’ve been proofing and editing for years and years. Aargh!
I feel like sending another e-mail, apologizing for my goof-up, but it may be too late. What a total fool I am.
And last night, to make myself feel even more down, I learned that my two nieces, one of whom is broke, newly married and pregnant, and the other, a well-paid health care professional, are meeting in New York before the health care niece and her boyfriend depart for Europe. Why is it that everyone else seems to find time to travel but me and my husband of 25 years? Why is money so tight with us when he is a professional? Why doesn’t he feel we deserve a nice trip? It makes me sad.
