But it's a mixed bag. I'm happy for the possibility of a job to replace the one that I'm losing, but it's still a replacement. I'm not overjoyed at the prospect of new employment. I was just speaking to a friend from the English Department, and I told her, "The idea of learning a completely new job makes me a little weary."
Now, I know I sound like a spoiled, whiny asshole. There are people out there who would kill for this opportunity. People who've been unemployed for years, not months. I feel guilty complaining about my job search. I need to change my attitude because I know any prospective employer is going to pick up on my lack of enthusiasm.
I am grateful for the hope this job interview gives me and my family.
Hope has been a rare commodity in Saint Marty's household for a while. Like platinum or black truffles.
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| black blobs of truffle hope |
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