Well, that was fun...not

Finally bit the bullet and e-mailed the two places I'd interviewd for jobs at thus far to ask what the deal was after not hearing from them, as a couple of people had told me I really ought to do that.

Just got back the first rejection notice ('I regret to inform you...etc etc').

And basically, it feels just as unpleasant as I figured it would. Here; not enough that you obviously didn't make the final cut, HERE, have an in-your-face rejection to boot!

I'm just mad at myself. I KNEW this wou ld happen. I KNEW it would feel this bad. I KNEW I already saw the writing on the wall, so why belabour the point? So why don't I trust my OWN intuition about this sort of thing? Why did I let other people influence me into doing something I KNEW would be a mistake?

Well, now, because I'm a Fool, that's why. With some kind of masochistic streak.

Go me.

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I hate Life.

I hate myself.

I refuse to submit.

I hate myself.


That is all.