Water water

As the old saying goes there seems to be water(in the form of jobs) everywhere I go, yet once I place my application and resume the job seems to fill with more water that does not consist of me. I have been to several places today, and actually had an interview(pause for applause) and am now sitting on the couch with my furry friends and my best friend who is also in the same large boat with me and a million other people. I'm not lazy my animals just make it seem as such. They tell me to put the recliner up. They tell me to grab the blanket, what else am I to do but oblige?
Overall I feel semi-confident about the interview this morning. I was told I would get a phone call to come in for a working interview, which is supposedly some big business! I'm hopeful and really want this position as it is in a dermatologist office, and my long term goal is to be a Physicians Assistant in the same field.

I woke up this morning to a text message from my mother-in-law, who is currently away helping her not so nice daughter during her last few weeks of her third pregnancy. It said "call me when you wake up.. I miss you guys" My friend who is chillaxin with me also received a similar message but it also included the grand phrase "no baby yet". Unfortunately this M.I.L. lives literally two minutes from me.. Walking distance, as she and her other son followed us to our apartment complex. This, therefore, means we see his mom nearly everyday if only to say "hi". I have tried to stay composed through this situation, although it is extremely hard to do. In fact the only time I have ever blown up on her was when I had my third miscarriage and was attempting to take a few days to myself. I was outside with my dog and she and other son was on their way to school(the same school for which I attended.. another round of follow the leader) and she yelled at me saying I need to get going, I was going to be late. I told her I was taking a few days off and she decided to lay into me and used not wanting me to quit school as her excuse. I don't exactly see how missing two days after a traumatic life event is going to correlate to me quitting school and I screamed at her telling her to eff off, that she has never had to deal with the emotional or physical pain that a miscarriage causes. Especially having to deal with it coinciding with her daughter being pregnant. So every time I miscarry I feel as if I don't get any sympathy from her because she is overjoyed her lazy un-motherly selfish daughter is having yet another child to neglect.

Apologies for the negative turn this installment has taken. I just received a voice mail from said MIL and it may have enraged me a tad. It is okay, I have taken a few deep calming breaths and am now on the road to recovery. Thanks for letting me rant!