A baby could have been born now

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Nine months have passed, and I feel like I have been slowly collecting dust. Seriously, I blame my self for all this, because I chose this path of waiting. But what am I waiting for? I ask my self that every single day. What the heck am I waiting for? And why? What can I really do with my life?

Recruiters have been calling me, but they don’t leave me a message, so I don’t answer them. I don’t care if they have called me over 10 times, I don’t want to waste my time to be a potential candidate to a job I didn’t apply for, and I only have half the skills anyways they are looking for.

I have not been applying for jobs for over a month. I don’t care anymore. I am careless Mona. Money? Who needs money? Money is to be earned if you have a life to look forward to and responsibilities. Like a house to take care of, kids to feed, vacations to plan, or a glamorous life to want to live.

Interviews I had over a month and a half ago, the HR have not called back yet. So polite of them and so considerate, so HR like. They ask you stupid questions that make no sense, but don’t do the simple job they were hired for of replying back.

So why am I complaining? Meh… I had nothing to talk about in the beginning of the month. I can’t believe it is June already. I wonder what this month will bring in thoughts and ideas to write about? I think in the end I have horrible luck. I got used to it. I have calculated everything, and no way my life can get any worse. So I can only look forward to something just a tad bit better in the future. No? I know, I am kidden my self. It will all go down hill from here unless I see a “sign” that tells me, “Mona. Wake up! Wake up! You are slowly losing your self and what you really wanted from life. Why did you forget it all? How did that happen and why?”

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Maybe I will read this post again in a year and see if that “sign” ever came.

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