Wednesday, March 16, 2011
This is a shadow of my former self (this past weekend).
I was not chosen to move to the second stage of interviews. My mother's voice rings in my head, though I can't recall the exact words, it's something like 'I guess it wasn't meant to be. Something else will come along.' I'm glad it's there, and I'm sure it's true, but I must acknowledge that I am disheartened, demoralized, and generally sad.
It's the first bite I've had in 8 months. Yes, it's good to have had a bite in this economy. But I guess I never thought I would be impacted like all those other people. Ha! I am indeed like other people.
So, I keep looking.