This morning, I finally finished grading my terrifying stack of essay exams for the Intro to Pseudology sections. Heartily cheered by this, I rewarded myself by listening to the album I just bought a few days ago, Iron & Wine's Kiss Each Other Clean.
Several hours later, while attending to sundry job application matters, I made myself look at the pseudology job wiki. Established that I have been rejected by some twenty-five of the fifty or so jobs I've applied for — probably more, in fact, but not all of them are listed on the wiki. Made myself coffee spiked with rye. Swallowed my pride and began adding one-year VAP positions to my spreadsheets (one for me, and one for my referees).
And in moments of both triumphant pleasure and defeated sorrow, I took solace in this song.
Wish me luck making it through this winter. It looks like I have to keep walking far from home for another year.
Several hours later, while attending to sundry job application matters, I made myself look at the pseudology job wiki. Established that I have been rejected by some twenty-five of the fifty or so jobs I've applied for — probably more, in fact, but not all of them are listed on the wiki. Made myself coffee spiked with rye. Swallowed my pride and began adding one-year VAP positions to my spreadsheets (one for me, and one for my referees).
And in moments of both triumphant pleasure and defeated sorrow, I took solace in this song.
Wish me luck making it through this winter. It looks like I have to keep walking far from home for another year.
I'm sorry, Koshary. Job searching is so goddamn depressing.
ReplyDeleteHugs. Keep your chin up!
ReplyDeleteSo much love and many hugs your way, Koshary!!!
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