Caitee. Phoenix. Twenty
I enjoy baking, crafts, naps, Disneyland, music, being called "princess", pizza, anthropology, and excessive amounts of daydreaming.
Occasional nsfw content.
So I went on a date last night and I found a dime on the ground in the parking lot so I put it in his hand, looked him in the eye, and told him “it’s symbolic because I think you’re a dime piece.”
I had an “interview” on Friday at a place that would be absolutely perfect for me.
I say “interview” because they had 180 people apply and they brought 16 in for a pre-screen, I was the last one. They gave me a tour and had me meet with the 2 other workers and then gave me a timed logic test to make sure i could figure out percentages and word scrambles and then asked me stuff like “what’s your favorite cuss word?” (When I told them what it was they told me I was hardcore)
They were going to pick 3 people to come back for interviews with the owner.
I just got asked to come back on Tuesday. Wish me luck. Send me your positive thoughts. I’ve been having a terrible time at work and although i would be taking a substantial pay cut if I got this job, I would be doing something I enjoyed and I can’t imagine something more fulfilling.
I just want someone to hold my hand a little while we walk around the lake. Is that so much to ask for?
I was suppose to go on a date tonight but he never texted me. And now I’m upset and I don’t know why. I hardly know him. I feel pretty inadequate though. Which is flawed thinking. He’s the tool that bailed. But it doesn’t change that fact that I want to hide under my covers while I cry about every awkward thing I have ever done.
Hug me please.
I had a panic attack at work today and it was terrifying and humiliating.
My boss said something to our team that weren’t even all that offensive but didn’t quite sit right with me.
And suddenly I was crying and shaking so hard I could not catch my breath. And I am so fucking sick of this happening but once it starts I can’t stop.
When she finally caught wind of the incident she pulled me aside to talk. I explained to her what had been going on. And that it wasn’t the first time. We talked a bit and she calmed me down and apologized to me.
Then she called me to her office a second time to check on me and say that it had “gone public” rather fast and that her boss (the president of the phoenix office) will probably want to talk to me to make sure I’m okay. And that she had let a few people (HR) know what had happened “not because she wanted to embarrass me but because she wanted me to feel safe.” Then she gave me a brochure entitled “Life is Challenging” incase I wanted to seek free help.
Sigh. I’m exhausted.
I had a panic attack at work today. It was twrr