I came this close to getting a leg up on this term’s job hunt.
Isn’t that always the way? You get a lead, you start making plans, you start telling yourself not to make plans because nothing’s set in stone and you’ll only be disappointed, and then… well. It went from being a 100% sure thing to a no, actually, this isn’t happening.
Fortunately, I’m a silver lining sort of person. In this case, the silver lining is that there are plenty of fish in the sea. Some of them are flashier and bigger and – I don’t know, what qualities do you look for in a fish? I guess it depends on whether you’re fishing for dinner or not, eh? I have no idea. Something about fish.
Long story short: The hunt is on. Interviews will be had. Suits will be worn. And I once again don’t know where I’m going to be in 4 months. UGH IT’S LIKE THIS POST KNEW THE FUTURE. Oh and now people are starting to talk to me about graduating and being a “real adult” and so on, so… I guess the point I am clumsily arriving at is this: Life is full of disappointments. We rarely get cigars.
But it’s okay, because I don’t smoke.