don't mind me, just feeling sorry for myself again

The dreadful situation at work combined with my crippled state have really done a number on my mood.  I had a job interview today, and i did my best to buck up and be positive, but then my prospective boss asked me what my passion was in systems administration, with the stated expectation that i should say something inane like "setting up VLANs on the switch" or "making backups" (not because he cared what i said, apparently, but because he wanted to see what i said and how i said it).  What made it worse was that i lost my passion for systems administration years ago, and i almost couldn't stand sitting there and baldly lying to his face.  And he clearly could tell something was off, because he kept trying to pin me down on an answer, and i kept tossing off vague and unsatisfactory replies.

My right thumb is hurting again, probably because i'm forced to use it more while my left hand is out of commission.  This sucks.

don't mind me, just feeling sorry for myself again

The dreadful situation at work combined with my crippled state have really done a number on my mood.  I had a job interview today, and i did my best to buck up and be positive, but then my prospective boss asked me what my passion was in systems administration, with the stated expectation that i should say something inane like "setting up VLANs on the switch" or "making backups" (not because he cared what i said, apparently, but because he wanted to see what i said and how i said it).  What made it worse was that i lost my passion for systems administration years ago, and i almost couldn't stand sitting there and baldly lying to his face.  And he clearly could tell something was off, because he kept trying to pin me down on an answer, and i kept tossing off vague and unsatisfactory replies.

My right thumb is hurting again, probably because i'm forced to use it more while my left hand is out of commission.  This sucks.