If I weren’t already losing my job, Jayto, my boss, would totally fire me for slack unbecoming a productive member of society. I had all this homework to do for our Job Hunting 202 class and I didn’t get any of it done. Somehow I am unable to find the precarious balance between hermitude and social butterflyitude.
Thankfully, I got double plus bonus points for actually applying for a job. Yay me! All my co-workers/classmates in Job Hunting 202 were very impressed with my get-up-and-goedness.
I am, of course, scared out of my wits. Applying for that job, which is a really cool job, has solidified the realness of my employment situation. And applying for a job means there will be interviewing for a job and then accepting the offer for a job and then the first day at the new job and the not knowing where the bathrooms are and not having anyone to eat lunch with and . . .
You get the idea. I haven’t had to do any of this for eight years. EIGHT YEARS. That’s like the entirety of my grown up life.
Seven weeks. That’s all I got left.