Outside my window are snow flurries and the ground is slowly being covered by the deathly white I'm sick of seeing. It has been raining recently and silly me was sure I saw spring in the air. I've been digging out my sandals and my ballet flats to wear because I'm sick and tired of my snow boots. So much for that...
Still no job. I've stopped counting how many applications I've filled out. Somewhere around the 60s or 70s. And its always the same reply, "We're going with someone more qualified." Whatever.
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