Holy mac and cheese. Ten days separate me from the real world, and between you and me, the real world is not looking promising. For once in my life, I have no plans, and I am terrified. I have been busting my butt trying to find a job — something, anything — and nothing is on the time schedule I need, which is urgent because hi, no job by graduation means I’ll be back in Indianapolis, and no, that is NOT what I need.
On the bright side, I have my second interview with a place in Memphis tomorrow. I am nervous. After the job interview experience from Hell in Nashville (and noting the unnerving similarity between the companies’ job postings on Hot Jobs or Career Builder or what have you), I am not looking forward to spending all day doing this whole shindig. I’m trying to keep positive, though. Maybe I won’t have to sit around and watch people sell things. I don’t know. This is kind of my only shot right now, though, so let’s hope it works out. Or that something else will … and soon, too.
In other news, I am feeling very anxious. Even if I do find my perfect first job, like, yesterday, I have no money and nowhere to live and nothing is planned out and will someone please contact my primary care physician and have him write me a freaking prescription for Xanax because I am going to have a panic attack? I know it’s all going to work out, but when? I am getting impatient.
But on the really bright side of things, I have ten more days of being a college student, and they’re bound to be awesome.
