When I say “we are hillbillies” what I mean is we have random crap everywhere and the “tin” on our sheds doesn’t match because mismatched “tin” is only 9$ a sheet and we don’t care. Also, my husband can fix anything, we eat vermin, and we love Jesus! Also, we blurt out obvious truths that might hurt your feelings, but dang, bless your heart, some one shoulda told ya already. How rude that they didn’t.
Second straight interview where they did a final mandatory “in person meet the team” interview and I didn’t get the job. 1st one ghosted me - it was a diocese. Second one had the decency to call and let me know they had “accidentally over staffed” for the position.
I hate this.
I am a highly qualified and competent candidate - they obviously agreed with this to some extent - or I wouldn’t make it so far… but why are they wasting my time?
Either they don’t believe my resume and the screening interview, various testings/homework, and panel interview - or they aren’t well managed.
It’s very annoying.
@BillTooke Thanks. I feel slightly ungrateful because I don’t NEED a job, I WANT a job. Maybe God has other plans. I cannot imagine how much harder this process is on one’s mental health when they desperately NEED a job.
Please pray for me I’m not doing well. Someone tried to murder my brother last night thankfully he is in recovery and he’s gonna be okay but he’s in a lot of pain. There’s also major family issues going on rn. I would really appreciate all of your prayers
I have a “final” interview Monday. I am going to bring up (again) that I had already planned to help a son and his wife just after Christmas - in another state. Pray the let me keep my plans. I want to hang out with my grandkids.
This is a subtweet:
I cannot imagine being pressured to accept a sister wife by my husband.
I don’t share. I am the apple of his eye. I would be devastated if he even implied I wasn’t enough. It would crush me.
Any man that violates his wife’s trust this way, or via any form of infidelity, doesn’t deserve to be married.
I can’t stop thinking about this situation.
Just got this call:
“Yep. This is happening. We are replacing the entire front brake system.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah the calipers were broken. we had to drive all over the whole state (hyperbole) to get everything, and now we are doing it.”
“Like, right now!”
“Yeah.”
“Are you pulling an all nighter?”
“Nah. Just a couple hours.”
Apparently, my husband is going to show my oldest how to fix his brakes at
*checks watch*
9:15 pm on a Wednesday.
Also, I guess we don’t say “hello” anymore.
@thewaronbeauty@richnthin4ever ((Hugs)) I have experienced something very similar and it’s so hard to put into words how deeply it hurts and why. You do an excellent job. Thank you