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Job searching is like running a marathon...


As I continue this elongated process of job searching (oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the hell I call grad school is officially behind me and I've now moved on to a new kind of hell - job searching) I came across this quote: "Applying for a job is like running a marathon. Don't stop until the race is over. The best runners are often the ones that persevere until the end." Well, as many of you may know, I absolutely hate running. There is no way I could ever complete a marathon and I definitely wouldn't persevere until the end. It's no wonder then why I'm not persevering in this whole job hunting business either. My grand total is now up to 29. That's right. I have applied for 29 different job positions. So far I've received five rejections, two postcards confirming my resume was received, and two interviews (one of which I haven't heard a word back). As August is quickly approaching and the end of my lease in Bowling Green is staring me in the face, I can't help but to feel a little anxious about what's going to happen within the next month. Will I have a job? If I don't have a job will I move to Cleveland anyway and deplete the first savings account I've had in 10 years? Or will I move back home until I have a job lined up? So many questions, so few answers. Like it or not, I'm living the life of spontaneity until August. It is uncharted territory for me to live moment to moment without plans to follow. Maybe it will be good for me to "fly by the seat of pants" for a little while. As long as I know that when I land, my palm treo and iCal will be there waiting for me to start planning my next move.

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