Three rolls of toilet paper, one box of tissues, one full bottle of Dayquil, box of Nyquil, half a pack of Benydryll and two trash romances later – I think today I’m doing better.
I can smell again and therefore taste and my appetite is coming back. Yay!
Still a little sniffly and my hearing is plugged – but we’re good. Back in the saddle.
Although, I’m officially starting to wonder what I’m doing wrong. 174 resumes and applications since I’ve been back in Portland, which is almost two months and I’ve had 3 interviews. 3.
There’ve been a handful of online and phone conversations that were looking like they’d pan out into interviews – but ultimately, they fizzled out. It’s got to be something I’m doing or not doing, because I don’t believe for a second that there’s not work out there. It’s everywhere. There’s got to be something else going on. Anyway, it’s been slowing crossing my mind that perhaps, just maybe – I’m not meant to put roots in Portland yet. Damnit!
If you have any suggestions I’m all ears right now. Though the last hint I got along these lines told me to be “less honest. Tell them what they want to hear.” That could be it too.
But I’ve gotta say. Portland isn’t feeling as homey to me as it did before I left. Something’s up and I just can’t seem to put my finger on it yet. Hmm.
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