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Thursday, November 01, 2007

School today was good. I taught the seventh graders (but actually it involved mostly watching them to make sure they didn't go on MySpace), and they're a really good class. I enjoy them.

After school while I was shopping at a Target that looked nice on the outside, but left a lot to be desired on the inside, I got a phone call from a place I really, really wanted to work at. I didn't get the job. I swear, if I hear the string of words "we appreciate your unique skill set and were very, very impressed with you, but we've decided to offer the position to someone else and they've accepted" again, I will vomit. I just will. I have heard that exact phrase at least five different times this summer where I was in the final few and now it just makes me really, really angry. Because, obviously, no one knows what to do with me and, obviously, if all of these people I've interviewed with were "very, very impressed" I'd have a job right now...but I don't.

And really - really - unless you're going to tell me that you're crying with me, I don't want to hear how I have to be patient, or how I have a lot to offer, or how there's something out there for me, or how it's tough to get a job, or anything along that line; I just do not want to hear it because I have heard it. A lot. I'm tired of being patient, I'm tired of waiting, and I'm seriously questioning whether there is a job out there for me. So, if you're not sure what to say, it's ok to not say anything.

Last night I realized that in one week's time I will be on a plane to go and visit Tracey in Pittsburgh. I think it'll be really, really good for me to get away. I'm looking forward to being with Tracey, I'm looking forward to it being cold...I'm just looking forward to being with a good friend and not really doing anything in a place that's new and different to me.

- Jenny, 11/01/2007 08:15:00 PM

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