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Uah. So, things are sorted out for the first two months of summer, at least. Now it's time to apply for jobs. And I... sort of have been, and sort of haven't been. I've figured out that I'm just as crazy and picky about jobs as I am about classes, and schools, and people's e-mails. (I ended up locking my whiny crazy whinging along those lines... no use in complaining now, what's done is done, and was done before I even had a chance to complain about it properly.) Sooo... yeah. I've applied for a couple of tech support positions. And I'm going to apply to another one downtown that offers a ridiculous amount of money per year, which I am somehow qualified for, but which I know I won't get.
It's also looking like it's going to be hard for me to get out of Chicago for a while, because no one ever pays for you to come in for interviews, and it costs a freaking ton to fly across the country... especially when there's no guarantee I would get a job. Frack. So, I guess I'll just keep feeling that out. I have to get out of Chicago. Have to.
Things are in limbo. They have been for more than a week. But tomorrow things break off and go insane again. Here's to hoping that my preceptor doesn't tell me to completely rewrite my BA over the next ten days. I'll die.
It's also looking like it's going to be hard for me to get out of Chicago for a while, because no one ever pays for you to come in for interviews, and it costs a freaking ton to fly across the country... especially when there's no guarantee I would get a job. Frack. So, I guess I'll just keep feeling that out. I have to get out of Chicago. Have to.
Things are in limbo. They have been for more than a week. But tomorrow things break off and go insane again. Here's to hoping that my preceptor doesn't tell me to completely rewrite my BA over the next ten days. I'll die.
