Gulping for a Life

Good Lord, it's once again been over a month since my last post... and I really have no excuses this time. Things have happened, even things that are amusing and blogworthy, but... just haven't done it. There's not a lot happening at the moment, though, so I'll take a few minutes and catch you up.

The internship? She is over. Cinco de Mayo was our day of liberation, and I have hence described the entire experience as both the longest and shortest four months of my life. It was not without its bumps and bruises, but the main reason for being here was to learn this profession and be able to go out into the world and do it, and for that, it was a stellar experience. What's happened since then? Well... not so much.

Seis de Mayo was a rollercoaster of a day. Friends and family had been invited over to Casa Cabeza, and we celebrated the end of the internship with good food and much tequila. No, seriously, a LOT of tequila... Mike was the only Y-chromosome brave enough to darken the doors (well, although Rocco was there, too), and he not only performed admirably as the representative of his gender in the face of heavy criticism, but also stayed just as long as the Snotties did. I think Mike deserves to have a shot of tequila drunk in his honor. Gulp.

The day was marred, however, by the passing away that morning of a dear friend in Texas. Tom had only just been diagnosed with leukemia on Wednesday, and left us in the wee hours of Saturday morning. I talked with a couple of friends who were also close to him, as well as to his wife Kathy, but... the swiftness of his death is still jarring. Tom, I know there was a greater plan in calling you home so soon, but I miss you, buddy. Every day. To you. Gulp. Gulp.

The most painful part of Tom's passing was that there was absolutely no way for me to get back down to Texas for his funeral, as I was already committed to flying to Columbus on Sunday for an interview for a Child Life Specialist position. I cried over having to miss the service, but the interview went very well, they told me flat out they were very impressed with me, and before I even left the city (I stayed an extra day to visit family there), they were checking my references and credentials. It was all looking very positive, and I was even going so far as trying to figure out when and how I would get to Texas, get all my stuff out of storage, and truck it all up to Ohio. Gulp.

Alas, it was not to be. Apparently, I was the number TWO choice, and their number one selection accepted the position. Gulp. Gulp.

And so, here I am. Without an internship, without a job, and the bills piling up. Gulp. In her infinite wisdom, LaCa has noted that she believes "not getting the Columbus position did a lot more damage than [I] realize." There's probably a great deal of truth to that. Gulp.

I'm still sending out resumes, both for Child Life positions, and for other more generic positions that would at least keep me in the healthcare field and make the nearly 12 years of experience I already have work for me. Trying not to wallow in a "poor me" attitude. Playing a lot of computer games. Hoping both to myself and out loud that something, ANYthing would just hurry up and come through for me. Gulp. Gulp.

So, what's up with you?