The job I wanted: I might get it!

Please please please let me get it and not let the fact that I left my phone in the office get in the way of me getting it.

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December 3, 2003 and November 11, 2009.

Those dates may never match the Great Sadness in the book The Shack but I will never ever forget those dates because of the pain it brought me.

Looks like my tabulas is going to be sad for quite sometime again.

"It was like someone had died - like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family - the whole life that I'd chosen..."

-New Moon, Stephanie Meyer

I tried to think of anything that happened today that I can blog about and I came up with zilch. Call it quarterlife ennui or something. But I am bored. I am not depressed, actually, none of the morbid self-loathing from entries years ago, I am just bored.

My job's pretty easy at this stage, because there's nothing substantial to do, yet. Everything's in the planning stage and at this point, everything's planned. I will not repeat this statement anywhere else, but sometimes I come to work looking for something to do.

And that is why I am applying for  second job. Really, I thought getting a UN post will be easy. I have to admit, I fell into the trap of thinking that just because I have a law degree, jobs will be looking for me. Turns out, that's not true. There will always be someone who has better connections, is more intelligent, more streetmart, etc etc.

It seems that the road to UN still exists, but it's longer. And more winding. I have sent out resumes to law firms, human rights groups, alternative political magazines, and government agencies and so far, none. No reply. I'm thinking of applying for a human rights research scholarship and I don't want to be pessimistic.

And I think the reason why I'm not depressed about it is because I know everyone goes through this. In a way, I should be excited about this.

I still am not sure if it's in accord with proper etiquette to identify companies with which you have filed your application, but I hope this latest one pans out.

Don't you just hate how entirely adult that sounded?

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My dad called me unfocused, but the underlying message is Please don't work for UN because we'll be worried sick for you.

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It seems I have made myself so accessible to many people here in cyberspace that I think this site is the only place wherein I could rant without anyone ratting me out.

Truth? The new job is pressure laden and I feel like people are waiting for me to fall flat on my face.

The new job entails handling the 2010 Bar Review Program for a school.

Flattering that they trust me to do that, really, but I kind of have no idea what I am doing.

I need a really thick planner.

I shall be more expressive in the coming days.

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The new job is not yet stressful, but it wants to be.

How's that for short entries?

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