mmhmm give me both of them!
Pity Party.
I’m having one hell of a pity party tonight. I just got a generic e-mail informing me that I didn’t get a job for which I interviewed three times. I got really positive feedback along the way and don’t understand what went wrong. I can’t help but take it a little personally since it obviously wasn’t the case that I didn’t have the right degree or work experience since I made it that far.
I feel like I chose the wrong degree at the wrong college and I have no job skills and I don’t know the right people and I have nothing to show for my life except a waitressing job that leaves me tired and stressed out twenty-four hours a day.
Woody just moved to the west coast and Sarah is moving in less than a month. Most of the other people I like to be around have very little time for hanging out that doesn’t involve bars. What do I do now? Move away?
The next logical step is to get serious about grad school and buckle down and study for the GRE. But for what? So that I STILL won’t be able to find a job in an economy that cuts research budgets before anything else? Sure it can buy me another couple of years, but how will I pay my bills in the meantime? More waitressing?
It’s no secret that my cat sucks. Aren’t animals supposed to be able to sense pain and emotion? Why does my cat find me with my face buried in a pillow and swat at my ponytail?
And to top it all, I think they discontinued my favorite ice cream.
