I swear, some days it feels like I'm sitting in a field of daisies, plucking petals, and saying, "I got the job, I got the job not." And going absolutely insane doing so. Each interview gives me a chance to start contemplating a career path. And each rejection drags me back to square one, where I have absolutely no sense about what I should be doing with my life until a career in writing becomes feasible.
But at least I have another interview to prep for next week whilst I wait on the last one. You'd think one of these times someone would actually hire me, wouldn't you. The odds have got to start going in my favor after X many interviews, right? Please?
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