Excessive

So I went out today with resumes and handed them out in most every place I could think of. In the mall, and at Value Mart and various places in the market. I also went to Stobies where the girl, whom I don't know personally, but know as 'the stobies girl' knew who I was, apparently through Dave, and was really nice and made me feel confident about perhaps a call back, since she'll probably put in a good word for me or something along those lines. I'd rather work at Stobies than any call center in the world because I have tons of experience with pizza and I'd rather deal with people over a cash register than over a phone. I called Stream when I got home and they confirmed that I have the job but that there just isn't a training program starting until mid to late march. It's exactly as I had been saying all along... but no ones going to notice that.

I'm so fucking stressed out that it's coming out in my health. I can feel that my heart is pounding hard enough to rip through my chest, I feel sick to my stomache all the time, and feel like shit, and get headaches at all times. I'm not sure if I can take it anymore. If I have to fight with someone one more time I think I'm just going to explode and blow up, and that's kind of scary to think of.

I just have a bad feeling about the coming days... hopefully I'm wrong.

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