can we talk ?? about fate ?? for a second ??????
i’ve spent the last day and a half holed in my bathroom, working myself through more back to back panic attacks than i can count over the fact that i feel my fuTURE slipping tHROUGH MY GRASP !! which led me to say “fuck it, i’ll stop applying in brooklyn and start applying in new brunswick because i’m fine with living in new brunswick and it’s a good stepping stone, let’s see what they have.” mind you i’ve sent !! out !! hundreds of applications over the past year and a half but whatevER
so the whole bathroom - panic attack - no grad school - life spiral tHING, god how embarrassing & tiring, led to the resolution to start applying to new brunswick. and this morning, as i sit down to write my applications to jobs in new brunswick, guess who i find out is hiring ???
the d*uglass wr*ting center.
you know, the place were i worked for two years, the place i gave my damn soul to, the place where i helped to bridge the regime change & did awesome work - the place where my manager ASKED me to apply to the full time administrative job upon graduating, then rejected me not once, but TWICE when she thought her hire wouldn’t work out and needed me as a back up
that fucking place where i know everything backwards & forwards now has a new job for like, a whole pay scale more money
CAN WE TALK (clapping emoji) ABOUT (clapping emoji) FATE FOR A DANG SECOND ??? (clapping emoji)