The jury is still out

I'm starting to understand what a bi-polar person feels like.  On Friday, I had my last two "keep my job" interviews.  The panel of interviewers went into a room for an hour and a half, then gathered the 8 of us from my department to tell us that they won't have a decision on who gets to keep their jobs until Monday.  Since then, I've toggled between a "who gives a fuck?" type of happy-go-luckiness to wanting to curl up in a ball on the floor -- often times going from one feeling to the other in mere minutes.

It's been kind of hard to enjoy much of anything this weekend.  I've distracted myself as much as possible playing with my kids and playing drunken CoD4 on Friday night.  It feels like I'm waiting to hear back from the doctor with my biopsy results.