I didn’t get either job. I got the letter from Second Presbyterian yesterday and the letter from Caribou today. Am I pissed? Yes. Am I hurt? Yes. Can I deal with this and not let it ruin my life? Yes. I mean, if I’d gotten the Caribou job, I would have been doing Orientation yesterday instead of helping my cousin Sarah move and getting better acquainted with her. (She’s a 2nd cousin who I hadn’t seen in 6 years and she’s attending college nearby.) If I’d made it to the second round of interviews with Second Pres, I would have missed small group last night and not gotten the chance to hang out with someone who needed someone to listen to them. God knows what’s up and I respect that. I just wish that the “what’s up” included “Jen having a job”. At least we got our money back from Uncle Sam and it’s not being used to fund the purchase of tanks or fighters or anything else that the government buys in excess. (I’m a pacifist. Deal with it.)

I think this would be a good time to call the driving schools and schedule my behind the wheel instruction. I need to do that ASAP and I now have a lot of spare time.