Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been in somewhat of a distemperate mood lately. My last two posts were a little less than the congenial, witty banter you’ve grown accustomed to.
I’ve been in the proverbial dumps. This whole being-unemployed-wondering-why-I-tried-so-hard-in-college thing is keeping me down. It stems from a conversation I had on Wednesday that went a little like this (heavily paraphrased):
Me: Hi ______. How are you?
Her: Great. And how are you?
Me: I’m great. Thanks for asking. I was actually calling to check on the status of the position.
Her: Yes, of course. Um, we did decide to pick someone. We’re just in the process of checking references. *pause*
Me: *holding breath*
*don’t remember how she told me I didn’t get the job. Apparently a dissociative identity has emerged and I’m repressing the bad memory*
Her: I will tell you that you were great, but you just didn’t have quite enough ‘real-world’ experience.
Me: *ouch. This hurts even coming from a really nice person.*
To make this painful story short, I ended up fifth on their list. FIFTH! For a job I thought was almost custom made for me and my work experience.
With hopes dashed and the optimism mercury dropping fast, I have fallen into a disappointment-induced stupor. I basically just feel like such a loser. I’m a 4.0 student with good work experience (for my age). Doesn’t matter. Apparently there are no jobs for one such as I. It sucks. A lot.
However, I’m fully aware that moping will not get me a job, so I applied for a position in Montana yesterday.
“‘Cause I’m havin’ a bad day, I’m havin’ a bad day, get outta my way, ’cause I’m having a bad day.”