A few things kinda coming together over the week. First, bunch of new orders came in, we're working every Saturday this month except one (because we're night shift that week which excludes us but it isn't much better tbh), it's not mandatory but it's assumed a shit thing to bail on since everyone else would presumably still work, except harder because there's one less guy to go around.
Second, finally, after almost a month managed to get the job interview (dude that was supposed to lead it got 'rona for a while there, finally recovered), was conducted on-line, went kinda eh as a bunch of things went wrong on my end (no webcam so I was forced to use one of the old laptops, ones used by my sister which are operated on the "use it until it breaks then move one to whatever is left, never bothering to maintain or fix" philosophy, one worked fine some 15 minutes before the interview and then decided to shit the bed, second one took 10 minutes to boot and then a light touch moved the power cable (battery died years ago) which shut the damn thing down. Was forced to scramble and use the tablet in a rather sub-optimal setup of stacked books to kind of keep it in place. What I learned from the interview tho was that they're looking for an exclusively managerial position, and I come from a more direct background, despite being well versed in all of the shit they're doing there, so I was honest, never did managing and always preferred working directly. Told me there might be teaching positions open for me eventually but the manager post obviously wasn't for me.
Thirdly, the girl I was kinda courting a while back (went on a date (which was fairly enjoyable I guess), tried arranging a second one, gave up after a few weeks of various excuses) posted a picture with what I guess is her boyfriend? Certainly looked like that, not sure why it hit me as hard as it did as I gave up on the whole thing a few weeks back, maybe I was subconsciously rooting for a comeback of some sort? Either way it was a final nail in the coffin of a potential relationship I guess, and coming at the heels of a shitty week it hit harder than it had any right to.
Fourth and I guess final, best friend sends me a voicemail, he's starting some sort of project with some other guys, wants me in as an artist. The same person I've failed so many times in said role that it's becoming a running gag at this point, still believes I can deliver, long after I stopped believing the same and it's fucking heartbreaking.
So yeah, here I am, feeling rather lonely with a beer and a sketchbook on a Friday night, considering the last few and the upcoming several months and wondering what the fuck to do.