Babs puts the smack down on optimism! You know I love this because I've never believed in the power of positive thinking. I think Ehrenreich's thesis boils down to my personal mantra: prefer to be miserable and you will never be disappointed.
Dear University X,
Words cannot express my admiration for your environmentally conscious decision to eschew printed rejection letters in favor of a single "Dear Candidate" e-mail that you copied to all rejected applicants. Leaving the names and e-mail addresses of all the other 19 candidates visible helped to make me feel like part of a broader community of rejects. What a fun pay-off to the three and a half months of suspense during which you never even acknowledged having received my application in the first place!
Best regards,
Me
I'm glad I found a new job two months ago, or I'd have been feeling really upset and not sarcastic right now.
I wanted to let you all know that I am soon to be an employed librarian again. I officially accepted a job offer yesterday and my start date is 7/14. I'll be working at a mid-sized university about 30 minutes from where I've been living. I may decide to move closer to campus at some point in the future, but for now I'll be commuting.
This is in every way a better position than the one I had. Better pay, higher status, more opportunities for development, on-site access to caffeinated beverages, and a location in a newly constructed library that isn't run down or overcrowded (yet).
Job Hunt Statistics:
Time since first application submitted: 3 months
Total applications submitted: 13
Rejections, to date: 2
Telephone interviews: 3
In-person interviews: 1
Losers who never even sent a "we've received your application" notice: 4
So, I'm walking in the woods last weekend, and thinking how nice the solitary life is (read lonely), and I'm walking by empty campsite after empty campsite, and I say to myself (since there is no one else to talk to) that these campsites must be enjoying the solitary life as well, but then I have a sudden epiphany (not my second cousin) that there used to be a rowdy bunch of people, who, shushed people for a living, that were actually onced shushed by Ranger Bob, and the thought occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, someday, some how, some way, that group could be brought back together, reunited as it were, to bring information to the very trees, upon which a lifetime of information is written and then distributed to the masses, if only this were possible, then as suddenly as the thought came, it dissipated with the forest mist, and I continued upon the path alone.
I realize it is only Tuesday morning, but I'm already excited for happy hour. What's the plan this week? I do believe several of us owe Kelly a belated cheers! I thought The Orpheum was pretty fun a few weeks ago... come on, free cheese.
I'd just like to note that number 35 in the rejection count is a rejection from prison.
*My dreams of publishing a best-selling memoir and having a young Michelle Pfeiffer look-alike play me in a Lifetime Movies for Women special have just been crushed. But, hey, now I don't have to buy a clear plastic purse for security checks.
I propose Tuesday night at Le Tigre Lounge as I won't be able to host a party at my house. For those of you that have not been to Le Tigre, this photo says it all.
See you bitches there around 8:00pm.
Check out this recipe for a Kamikazini. Grapefruit vodka and olives. Ish.
(Yes, this is a completely gratuitous post. I want to see the "grapefruit vodka" label in our cloud grow and I can't do homework no mo'.)
Since it's rainy and gross outside and may continue to be for the duration of the evening, I propose drinks tonight at the Cellar. It's underneath Porta Bella on Frances St. There are drink specials, they serve food 'til 10pm, the bar staff seemed friendly (the one time I went), and its cute!
