The Pessimist

Hello Everyone:

Sunday evening and time to blog. The big thing was Friday's in-the-office interview with the City Planning Department. It was in City Hall and you could feel the history passing through the corridors. I feel confident that I did enough for the panel to seriously consider me for hire. It was a good experience and I had time to get a good cup of coffee. I'm not putting all my eggs in one basket and ready to move on.  I'm looking at writing work either in Los Angeles or in the United Kingdom.  That would also be a dream job. In the meantime, most of the weekend has been pretty chill. The Jewish New Year starts this evening and for me, it's a new year, same crap. Why should be excited and optimistic?  Mom says I should strive to make positive changes. Really?  What's the point?  After all whatever positive changes I make just get blown up. They don't last.  Even if I get this job with the planning department, I'm not anticipating lasting a long time there. Just the way things work out for me. Another thing to make me less than optimistic about the new Jewish year is I miss my BF. The two weeks I spent with him were the happiest two weeks. My most precious memory is our first evening in Manchester. He made me dinner and did my laundry. No guy has ever done that for me. It touched me deeply. I'll forever love him for that. Once again, I have to deal with the uncertainty of when I'll see him again. He mentioned a return trip in June. I hope it comes true. I hope I can visit him again.  So why should I be optimistic about the new Jewish year?