Went back to civilization today to interview (I got two!) and to schedule several prospects. I need to draft three stories tomorrow to meet minimum requirement while on edit duty. I don’t know what supernatural powers I must activate to survive that.

I submitted my application to two jobs last night. I got so frustrated with my editor from the land of bubblegum pop, who held up two of my stories and rejected one. My cortisol went through the roof yesterday.

I can’t go on like this.

I mean, I quit being a team leader because I thought that was the source of all my anxiety and depression.

Nope.

It’s her.

And if I get either one of those two jobs, I must hire a driver because it’s an office-bound role.

Goodbye. It has been a good 12 years.

But if I don’t get either one, then I must endure bit more. 😵‍💫