As I sit at this computer terminal, it is hard to believe just how much I’ve forgotten, apart from the frustrations.
Funny how I never thought I’d get used to a laptop, and now I’m trying to come to grips with old technology, but it’s all coming back. At least I have a mouse and not some temperamental scroll pad.
Remember that job I applied for?
I never heard a thing, not even an acknowledgement of receipt of my CV.
Did I follow it up?
It was just a passing glimpse and possibility that I chose to explore.
The Insecure Me could read all sorts of negative thoughts and reasons into why my application has gone silent.
The Pessimistic Me could say that the job didn’t exist in the first place and it was just a lure to get people on their books.
The Practical Me just shrugs her shoulders and says OK, their loss.