I am officially still unemployed. There is a tiny (or not-so-tiny, honestly) part of me that feels very resentful and totally pissed off that I spent almost three hundred dollars on a rental car and gas so I could go to this job interview where the interviewers gushed about how much they loved me and thought I’d be a great fit, only to get a one-paragraph letter telling me I’m not qualified enough for the job. Um, what?
I don’t know which thought makes me want to jump off a bridge more: staying in Indiana or looking at another job posting.
Someone hire me now.
