Two weeks now, I've been languidly unemployed, with far too much time on my hands to selfishly think about my state of joblessness. So what do I say, when well-meaners ask with scrunched faces, hands on shoulder: "How's it going?" I've found that a shrug never works as well as a good, old-fashioned miserable simile. Today's edition: tailored for the jobless when describing interactions with job-full companions.
How's it going?
Oh, not so bad. It's like being at a bridesmaid table where all the other girls have big rocks on their fingers. And you're sitting there, without even a manicure, and everyone keeps coming up and squeezing your hand and saying Any progress? and you just give a stupid face and say "well, um, last week I had a blind date." AND HAS HE CALLED? "Um, no, but he said he may make a decision by the end of this week." Oh, I'm sure he'll call. But if he hasn't, have you thought about waitressing in the meantime?
xoA
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Yeah, this whole job hunt thing is a lot like dating. Really painful dating that does nothing for your self-esteem. I feel like desirable entry-level jobs are like straight men at NYU, they're either all taken, or they don't really exist.
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