The Bipolar Month

Talk about strange things that happen, and all for a reason I am sure.

Firstly, I was dumped then had to jump a plane for a quick trip to Europe. I know unemployment life is rough right? You know the film ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’? Totally how I was feeling, except I was in France, didn’t home and was crying in an Irish pub instead of a storm, I digress.  I guess the best place to have a breakdown would be in Europe, there are a lot of distractions.

Second, I got a call right before I left for a second round of interviews at a new firm, doing exactly along the lines of what I would want to be doing. Except the time range for the interview was a small window. I had to get from plane to bed to interview after my trip from Europe. Needless to say when you are trying to remember college French and Rosetta Stone German for a week transitioning to English with little sleep and jet lag is a nightmare. I went to the interview and kept stumbling over words, I couldn’t even remember what I was talking about at one point so I ended up explaining my trip and hoped that it would go over better than trying to sound intelligent.

Third, while I was in Europe I was called by the producers to do the Bachelor. It is very exciting for a newly single girl in France, but a very bad idea for anyone with skeletons in one of her many closets. :)

Lastly, I was supposed to attend a gathering at my newly ex-boyfriend’s parents’ house. What a nightmare! This led to me luckily agreeing to play with my cousin all weekend and send my regrets with my dad without looking like a bitter ass. Not that I didn’t stalk all of the ex’s friends photos posted that kept haunting me on my Facebook wall. Damn you news feed! Friends of his deleted, problem solved.

Solutions & Results:
Everything happens for a reason…

Yes I was dumped, but it wouldn’t have worked out in the long run anyway, and I knew it for a while.

Yes I had a shit job interview, but I got the job! I could have been crying over a guy, instead I am happily sitting at a desk with a view that some would kill to have.

Yes I could have been on a show to become amazingly famous (because I am someone that people love, or love to hate), but I realized that I like myself and I really don’t want my secrets displayed for the world to judge. Even those who have known me since childhood will never get totally inside my head, and will never know what I try to keep to myself. I constantly am evolving and trying to improve and I wouldn’t be here without those skeletons reminding me of how much harder I need to work on myself and career.

With the bipolar roller costar that has been this last month, I am so happy that I don’t get yelled at everyday anymore. I am not criticized for mistakes, just expected not to repeat them. My new job even has an in house learning center where I can learn to improve my career and management skills, because did I forget to mention that I manage clients and others now? Oh and how I missed HR! Good morning world, I like my job today please keep it that way.