Busy, busy, busy—and crazy, as you can tell by the title, but: Here’s an update.
Abbie is a bit more like Hobbes (tiger) than Calvin in this: when life dumps on her, she grabs an umbrella. Or runs inside. But God's working in the storm--and after it. So she's gotta stick this out.
So, the tiger-job-hunting thing? It’s paying off. I have two interviews this week, which is about as much as I can cram in around work. The first one happened today, and I have a follow-up interview with the whole marketing/funding team next week. Tomorrow’s interview should be intensive, too. Both of them are for marketing/event coordinating positions, and I know I wouldn’t have even gotten through the slushpile of applicants without my internship. So I’m grateful. And I’m grateful also for the networking that my friends and coworkers have done, which also opened a lot of doors and large windows. Thank you!
Other stuff: My car had a little accident, and it’s costing me a lot of energy and funding to fix it. I miss my dad and I miss having easy answers and I miss how my car used to look before the fender-bender. I don’t know why such a relatively minor body/cosmetic issue with my car is beating me down at this moment, but I think it just feels huge because I’m out of my depth, and my mom’s out of her depth, and it just emphasizes the fact that we’re women living without a man in a man’s world. I bet Ruth and Naomi had a similar experience while they were travelling and wished they knew some guy who gave a crap about what happened to them.
In other news: my romantic life is exploding. Summer is dating season, apparently, and I feel like an absolute git for being almost too exhausted to enjoy it. I do need a man in my life–and not just to fix my car–but I’m so stressed out about my big upheavals in career and transportation that I can’t really manage to find the extra ooomph at the end of my working days to go out and be va-va-va-voom with a guy who wants to go salsa dancing or rock-hopping or whatever else seems unisexically exciting. I kinda miss the old concept of dating that involved relaxing and romancing, you know? It’s the perfect time for it.*
*So, big hint to any guys who are reading this: if you want to date a gal who is pulling her own weight at her job, looking for another job and actively stressing out over interviews, and recently had a car wreck, take it easy on her. Go to her side of town (because her car’s a jalopy at this stage), find a place where you can talk and laugh for a few hours (not several, because then she’ll get over-tired and feel less than happy to see you), and feed her a little–I promise it will pay off. Huge.
July 28, 2010 at 6:15 pm
Bless your heart, girl. You are so deserving of some serious R&R time, and I hope you get it! The car thing totally sucks, I know. But congrats on the interviews; you’ll be in my prayers to get a position that you really love. (And I will also be praying that you find a guy who is considerate of your current life stressors!)
August 1, 2010 at 7:26 pm
Kari, you’re too sweet. I shouldn’t complain because it’s at least an exciting place to be in! How the heck are you and your hubbie?
August 2, 2010 at 7:18 am
Well, things are crazy crazy. Kevin’s schedule could be flatteringly described as “punishing,” (hello not coming home on a Friday night until 10:00!!) which means that most of the time, I feel like I’m actually single. But we do get to see each other, and I’ve made some friends and am doing some awesome volunteer work, so really things are pretty awesome.
August 2, 2010 at 8:10 am
Why is it that the world seems to only work with extremes? It’s either a drought or a storm. I’m glad that it’s pouring on you now though. Hopefully, you’ll get to have some good choices to make and feel like you’ve got some control on your life again. I luff you!
August 2, 2010 at 10:50 am
Abbie, if you are still having trouble finding a job, ask my parents if they can help you. My mom works at St. Francis and my dad works at Witham Memorial (in Lebanon, IN). … See if they can help you out any.
August 5, 2010 at 7:47 pm
Aww, thanks, Kirsten. I’ll definitely keep that in mind–although I’ll hide your mom’s number in my books for awhile longer. I hope you’re well.
Love!
August 6, 2010 at 4:23 pm
Haha, Patch is JUST LIKE Hobbes (and you), there–terrified of the thunder… I’m more like Calvin, I think, so it’s a miracle I’m still standing.
You tell em! If those boys want to spend time with you, they can jolly well do it on your terms, when you are at your best because *you* feel comfortable, and not because you’re forcing yourself!
I also hugely applaud the choice of picture at the end.
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