Aaargh.
Applied to two academic jobs (one lecturer, one research) - one had a deadline a week ago today, the other this Monday.
Yes, logically I have no reason to expect to have heard from anyone yet, but my irrational side is telling me that the longer I have to wait, the less likely it is that I've got an interview.
Then the catastrophic thinking starts ... normally along the lines of how much better I'd have done in my research and PhD if I hadn't had two children during it, how I can't hope to compete with the Bright Shining Things straight out of their doctorates with twenty publications, no ties and no chance of nursery ringing them about a sick child.
Please hit me (figuratively) around the face with a fish 
Maybe I can start a cottage industry making something instead, as in a chick-lit novel. Not cupcakes though ... I bloody hate them ...