Much of my happiness has come as a result of good news received by others. Firstly my brother's partner received some welcome news last week, and we celebrated with a party last Saturday. My brother had been plagued with worry over some unresolved business. Well yesterday he received the news that it had been resolved in his favour. It makes me very happy indeed when someone I care about has good news. I can tell you that I am especially delighted because these two people thoroughly deserve good luck, and I hope that they will have it more often.
My sleep was a bit bumpy again last night, so I woke up tired. I've had a heavy day, and my feet ache from all the walking I've done, whilst wearing safety boots. My work placement will tell me tomorrow whether they will offer me a job, although this afternoon my floor manager spoke very favourably about my work. I know that if they offer me anything, it's only going to be part time. Of course, what I really want to do is to work full time, so that I can regain my independence from the Social Security, and get myself out of the poverty trap in which I find myself. In the meanwhile I've chased up the lead re a job at the local archaeological society.
I get very frustrated with myself when I think. I have a good intellect and can speak intelligently on occasions. However I am completely bereft of the skills needed to use my qualifications and brain to obtain a more suitable job. I feel uncomfortable with praise and self-praise. When someone pays me a compliment, I feel as if they are talking about someone else. For this reason I find it almost impossible to sell myself. Other people seem to find it so easy. Why? Why? Fucking aspergers. I hate it.
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