go to jail, do not collect $200

Today's Friday.

Yes, I'm sure you are well aware of what day it is because of the whole Friday the 4th of May thing at the top of the post.

Yep. Well done, Jess knows what day it is.

It's been quite a tumultuous week and it's all Tuesday's fault.

Tuesday. I got woken up to a phone call accusing me of being unprofessional and unreliable. I can wear that. I pulled a rather crazy anxiety-attack induced stunt last month. I understand that people might not understand that I'm not always (in fact rarely ever) so erratic in my behaviour, that it was a one off event. I get that. I can explain what an anxiety attack feels like and how it can drive you temporarily insane, that's no problem if you actually want to understand where I'm at. But when people tell lies about my motivation, then I get angry. I get that people may be pissed off but to grossly misconstrue my character is plain callous.

Tuesday. My car died later that morning. I had to stand around for two hours in the rain, waiting for a tow-truck to come and collect my car.

Tuesday. Technology decided to have a hissy-fit. My computer cracked it and my DVD player wouldn't open.

Today's Friday. My car's been fixed, my DVD player will open, my computer likes me and I'm being treated for my anxiety attacks. But my career is still in heap. It cannot be revived.

But hey, apparently I have 'talent'. Somedays that word feels like a challenge to keep at it, keep striving for the career I've always wanted. Other days, it seems like a throwaway line, designed to ease the blow of 'unprofessional', 'unreliable' and other's hurtful, misconstrued comments.

I have talent. Talent and the promise of career in retail it seems.