What is the Universe trying to tell me? This morning (after last night’s extreme navel gazing) I got a phone call from a potential employer. Except it went straight to voicemail and I decided to wait until after an appointment, after work, to call her back. And she didn’t answer. So I left a sort of rambling message and was like, uh, so sorry to call you so late (it was 4:30pm) but if I don’t hear back from you tonight, I’ll try again tomorrow! (I know, not needy at all right?)
And now since it’s almost 7pm I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to wait until tomorrow to speak with her, if I ever hear from her again after that ridiculous message.
Tonight would be a long night except for my little friend…Ambien.