Nerves? or just caffeine?

I've been feeling very high-strung at work this week.

Is it the lack of sunlight, or the burning, burning need to *get out?*
I'm nervous about the end of the month. I keep reminding myself that no matter what, there's always something I can do about it, job-wise.
I'm expecting another call from The Other Museum, to set up an interview.
That doesn't help. I'll probably call this afternoon, if Sta-Puft isn't trying to listen in on my phone calls again. I need to schedule my yearly physical too, while I'm at it. And take care of some other stuff--bills, chores, living stuff...

A journey of 1,000 miles starts with a single step...it's keeping your mind on all the other steps that's nerve wracking...one at a time...one at a time...

*mutter*

It's been...a day. The usual Sta-Puftian horrors at work. and I called the MIA to see when I should come in for my interview, and they told me they filled the position...but if another security opening came up, I was the first on the call-list...

Fuck. Shit. fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit...

So I'm still plugging resume's wherever I can. No one else has called me back yet.
I'm working very hard, being very quiet. Keeping my head down. It was a little easier to do when I thought I had a sure-fire doorway out. I'm struggling with myself right now...my basic impulse is to whine and wail and sob, and my sensible self is throttling that with all it's might, because it doesn't really help.
So...

One step at a time. One...two...one...two...

And I'll keep trying to find smiley things to help. Tonight I'm dragging out my back issues of Hectic Planet...for some reason that makes me feel better. Thanks, Evan Dorkin!