Break out those crazy-dance moves.

Okay, this is just balls. I keep getting good interviews, and never get called back. Wtf? I can't possibly think of a good reason why. I get callbacks right away for interviews, and then notta. This is getting really annoying.

Seeing as I can't stand a day longer doing my interviewing job, it seems that the only choice at this point is go go home to Nanaimo for a bit, which I DON'T want to do. Plus, it will make finding work here even harder.

I don't have much of a plan, other than stay as long as I can afford to, and when it comes down to my last $20, take the ferry over and stay in Nanaimo until someone hires me. By the looks of my bank account, that day isn't too far away. :/

I have another interview on Thursday that I'll see how I do on. It's for some product demonstrator thing for natural products. I'm not sure what exactly though, and whether or not it will require me to have my own transportation.

Gah.

Yesterday I was generally annoyed about a certain situation of mine, and at one point flipped out and did this random I-might-just-rip-something-into-shreds crazy dance in the middle of the livingroom. Like some sort of spazz/flail that was me trying to literally destroy my annoyed thoughts that danced in the very air in front of me. It lasted a few seconds, and surprisingly, felt good to do.

A bit later I put on some loud music and did a less insane version of this by just dancing/jumping around to Floor 13. I wanted to just exercise the annoyingness away, but alas my body got tired before my brain did. I had been jumping around with so much angsty gusto (Man, those two words just sound wrong next to each other. :/) that I got tired after just one song, so I sat back down and just put some other assorted loud music on and decided to sing it out for a bit instead.

I think at some point in there I started playing guitar, but after a while it wasn't entirely satisfying anymore, because I couldn't put the volume up to a decent stress-removing level. My landlord goes to bed at like, 7 or 8, so it really limits the amount of hours I can make noise in. Consider the fact that most of the time I don't wake up until the afternoon too. Le sigh.

So, I seem to have come to some sort of standstill for the time being. It's a retarded waiting game I'm stuck in...seems like everything in my life. But, right now it looks like it's got to be done. I'm hoping that things will smooth out for the most part within the next few weeks. I came here to live here, not to go back and live in fucking Nanaimo. After being here, that's the last place I really want to be. But, I need some sort of solution. So it will probably come to that.

Let's see how long I can hold out. Somebody's got to hire me at some point.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go play some loud music quietly. *shudder*