NASA called. They gave my job to the school Heffalump. I hate this girl. I mean, seriously hate, as I never hated before. She stole my goddamned job. And she's dumb as a rock and disgusting and loud and has no class and lies and backstabs and I hate her. hate hate hate.
Just what I need today. I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll tattoo it on my ass one of these days, but law school is seriously not calculated to make you feel good about yourself. It's days like this when I start to wonder if anything in my life is calculated to make me feel good about myself. I'm coming down pretty heavily on the side of "no" at this point.
I have another interview this afternoon, which considering that I've already accepted the research assistant job, is a bit irrelevant, but it'll at least be useful experience. In so far as more rejection is useful experience...
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