It's time for bed. It's also time for the weekend, but that basically just means more concentrated job search time at this point. I'm really proud of myself for keeping going. This experience has been nightmarish, but it totally makes me feel like I "get" the real world more. I've never done this. I've never experienced this much uncertainty about my future. And that's really saying something, since I spent 10 years getting my PhD.
Collin suggested I move out to SF and get a waitress job. That's cute that he thinks I would be able to afford rent on a waitress' salary. In all seriousness, at what point in the job search *do* I actually start looking for jobs that will just "get me through"? I guess I get my last paycheck May 31st, so maybe May 16th.
Something about being a waitress in a small neighborhood restaurant makes me feel really really happy. I definitely need a confidence booster. Oh, I got a rejection today. That makes three rejections, one phone interview, and 1,000,000 silent treatments.
I sure am glad I quit drinking.
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