Stress

I think I'm giving myself an ulcer.

I really need a new job. The whispers are going around again about the department being closed down, or shipped to Arizona or India or anywhere but here.

I've submitted 9 applications/resumes already this morning, am dropping 3 more off on the way home, and have 3 or 4 more to complete when I get home.

And I'm thinking of calling Tony back at Appleone and giving up my benefits for whatever he can offer me.

There's got to be something.

Even without the worry that my job may not be here much longer, I can't stand it here. Even on the mornings when I wake in a good mood, with a positive attitude, I walk in the door at the office and it's gone. I'm depressed, angry, morose, and downright unpleasant. I can't go on like this.

EDIT: And that would be another 4 apps submitted while running the 8:00 reports, bringing my total for today to a minimum of 19.

I lost count.

But I think I can safely say I've submitted over 30 job applications today. Ah the joy of the internet.

Now, I'm really, really hungry. I anticipate that I'm about to go do something stupid in both the diet and financial departments.

Round Kitty

Boo Boo Kitty's neck seems to be gradually disappearing. I'm beginning to suspect my compact kitty has started the journey toward obesity.