Please explain to me why, after having looked for over a year for a job, I get an interview for my dream job in a tiny podunk town 3 hours from where I live, which, if I even get the job [who knows, right?] would mean that I would have to move BY MYSELF to tiny town and leave the husband and the girl here.
Why, universe? Why? Is there a reason that I am being shit on and teased?
Because did I also mention that I have panic attacks when I drive on the freeway and thus have not actually driven on the freeway in 7 years? Except for those occasions when I try and drive on the freeway and get on and the immediately off, screaming and crying the entire time because I am convinced I am going to do. Stone cold die.
Those are fun times.