“The pleasure of expecting enjoyment is often greater than that of obtaining it, and the completion of almost every wish is found a disappointment” - Samuel Johnson
Being that the above is so transparent, I don't think there's much more to be said. Dream-job-lady bailed on me at 11pm last night with a short email saying she gave the position to 'someone else'. GAVE... what? Wasn't she the one to ask me to come in on Monday... I was so prepared for this... overqualified. It did irk me a little bit that she asked what year I was in school about four times, and of course the whole friend-of-her-brother who was probably the main culprit in this whole situation. Oh well, at least I'm not driving 45min back and forth each day, while Hudson is one of the most beautiful places I've been to, it's kind of not worth hundreds of dollars of gas money. She did add that she'd keep me in mind for future projects... but really? I'm honestly not quite sure that's going to happen.
Ahhh the feeling of defeat. I was really beginning to think that this job could have finally given me the confidence in myself to finish up my studies in architecture with a good attitude and even the smallest ounce of self esteem, but now I've been knocked down a few pegs farther. Maybe I will start taking my sister's super destressing medicine... that way even when my heart gets ripped apart in front of me in DD I'll be in a world of slow-moving bliss, without a care as to what's really going on in my life.
On the bright side of things, I returned that book I got for this job (and must I say, what a nice gesture that was of me...), and got the book I actually wanted for myself. I'm pretty excited for that... although swiping my card for a $50 book does make me feel a bit closer Becks from Confessions of a Shopaholic... again. I've probably paid at least one of those worker's student loans off by now. I feel like the cashier should also be trained as some sort of life coach, like when you go up to buy the item, book, clothing, etc they ask you "Are you sure you shouldn't be saving this money to put down on that first apartment you're going to have to buy in two years... when you're done with college?" Instead of the guy today, "Oh want me to add you to our mailing list, we'll send you a ton of wonderful, life-saving coupons!" uhhh, "Yes!" .... yea no inhibitions there.
Alright, well just thought I'd follow up with a post about my disappointment for the loss of my dream job. I also felt like calling the Pottery Place again today seeing as I interviewed two weeks ago and they never said anything.. and what do you know? They said no. But I'm actually kind of okay with that (and yes this is being said out of a state of moderate anger right now), but they are all kind of a bunch of wierdos there. The one younger lady who interviewed me was nice, but the old woman seemed kind of like a case and all of the girls who worked there that I had to come in contact with weren't the friendliest sort.... mmm yes, they can all melt away near those kilns in their sour-faced misery.
- c
“Disappointment is the nurse of wisdom” - Bayle Roche
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