That little rounded curve, an arrow of the kindest hope
But really there is nothing that it offers
Other than the feeling of a broken heart.
All that comes up to the top is adverts
For a holiday at half price rate and dodgy pills
That claim to make my life all shiny new
And ready for the Instagram.
But as I press it once again, my heart will sink
As I know deep down that I’m not good enough,
That email will just never come.
I’m waiting for an email for a job that I applied for. I have seen that the interviews are on the first Monday back after half term, so I know that I really need to hear from them today for me to know that they’re giving me a shot.
So, like a good little anxious jelly bean, I have been sitting here refreshing my emails over and over and over. I have been in this state of unrest so many times before and I know that almost everyone in the world must be the same.
Gone are the days when there was one post that arrived in the morning, delivered by the friendly postman. Now we can get news at any time of the day or night and it is down to us to stay alert and watch out for it. Or that’s what it feels like, when you are waiting impatiently for the news.
Unfortunately, I have learnt to not get hopes up, so I’m not going to crush myself if this news never comes. It would be nice to know either way though. So, on that note, I’ll sign off and go back to refreshing my email every thirty seconds!