No Game Face

My game face and the necessary inner strength to put it on are scarily lacking today.

Today's first glance through job listings shows jobs that I've already applied for. Yes, I've done follow-up with all the folks available for such. At this point, I can look further afield, into NYC. I've rejoined the Amalgamated Society of Business Analysis Wallahs. The next meeting is next week.

I've begun to worry and that isn't good. I don't just worry - I fret. I gnaw. I panic.

The day has scarcely begun and I'm trying to figure out how to rescue it. I've got to get my nerve back.

A combination of fretting about Gus yesterday and realizing my perilous situation has just sucked all the gumption out of me. When this happens, I look at a job listing and think, I could never do that. I'd be such a freaking failure at that.

I need my game face back. Sometimes it's just a mask, but if I wear it long enough, it becomes real.

Rawr.