In Medias Res #4: Three Variations on a theme-Stress
It seemed as if my last couple of posts were too cheery. In honor of Blue Monday (1/22/07) here's a meditation on some things that are causing me stress. (Click the link for a classic new wave track to cheer you up afterwards)
1: Motivation, or In Search of Lost Time
The last two weekends I have been intensely focused on the application process. This has been a good thing for my job search. I’ve at least got enough pokers in the fire that if half of my resumes get responses I’ll be in a good position. However, it’s been a bad thing for my academic life. The last two weekends I was supposed to be working on a couple of major projects that come due soon. I literally set aside blocks of time on Saturday and Sunday (and two Mondays past, since it was a holiday) to get ahead, and instead I did resumes and then rewarded myself for doing resumes by relaxing.
I’m not a procrastinator, so this whole lack of academic motivation has been a little weird for me. I don’t feel like I’m procrastinating though. Everything I’ve done has been productive: applications, cleaning the apartment, laundry, uhm…applications. In fact, there’s always something better to do than homework.
Now it’s not as if I’m behind on any of these assignments or my reading. But I do know that the longer I wait to get started the more that these responsibilities will bump up against my work responsibilities and my job search. And this will result in stress. And I know that I’m going to be stressed out either way. So why compound it?
By not working, I’m also giving myself more time to just sort of ruminate on the transition I’m going through.
Here’s the thing about the job search: your grad school friends get it and they’re willing to listen to you complain and they are just as happy not to talk about it. Everybody else though? It’s all they can ask about. Every time my parents call the first thing they ask: “So what’s happening with the job search?” My brother: “Anything cool?” My partner: “Anything close?” Despite the fact that I’m willing to blog about it on a weekly basis, I don’t really need a constant reminder that nothing’s going on.
I did catch up with some friends over the phone this weekend, and it was nice to hear other people complain about work, relationships, and apartments. One friend’s supervisor just got arrested under suspicion of homicide, and the prospect certainly got me out of my head space for a bit.
2: Limited search; or My partner? My ball and chain!
I have been dating someone for the last five months. When we started dating I made it clear that I was graduating in January, and while I have loved going to grad school at my current institution I don’t want to work here. Mostly I just want to start my professional life with a clean slate. At the time it didn’t seem like a big deal. But then things progressed quickly: exclusivity, monogamy, becoming a “we”.
Now I don’t want to take my partner with me anywhere. There are a lot of reasons for this: My partner is in the midst of his own educational program and he won’t be done for sometime. I also really want a fresh start.
So how do you manage this relationship, how do you behave in a way so that no one gets hurt? That last caveat is seemingly impossible from my current vantage point. I do not see a way this can end cordially. In fact, I think the situation will resolve itself in one of three ways:
1) I will move to a new town, start at a new school, and have a partner until one of us gets bored/distracted/interested in someone else. Cue teary phone break up.
2) I break things off before I leave, and I have to walk around campus trying to avoid someone very angry at me.
3) I plunge myself into work so much I fail to realize that I’m not really part of a relationship anymore. This can go on indefinitely.
If I was smart (and oh, if I had a penny for every time I typed that) I would not have gotten myself involved in the first place. I would have backed off earlier. I wouldn’t have capitulated to commitment so easily. So I get to add this extra stressor into the mix of job search, school, and the potential of moving.
3. Someone else’s #@$* up
So yesterday I set up an interview with one of my dream schools (aside: I wrote out a list at the beginning of my job search of places I would love to work in a perfect world. This school was in the top five). While I should have been celebrating, in short order I found out that the reservations for two of my hotel rooms had been screwed up, one of my flights was cancelled, and oh yes, apparently my gas bill was twice its normal size (especially galling considering how long I was home for in December and that my gas was SHUT OFF during that time). This morning I got calls from the hotels and the airline rectifying the problem (and admitting that the error was theirs, not mine. Not surprising since I have the extensive documentation to prove it. Go Js!) But needless to say it pretty much rained on my parade. The next time an airline goes bankrupt I may have to gloat a little. (I know it sucks when people lose their jobs, just give me this one moment of venality dear reader).
Pick Me! Choose Me! Hire Me! #3- Expectations, Schemexpectations...
"Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. You got to wonder why we cling to our expectations, because the expected is just what keeps us steady. Standing. Still, the expected's just the beginning, the unexpected is what changes our lives." ~Meredith Grey
So apparently the unexpected is what will change my life. How do I deal with that when I'm a freakin' 100% MBTI "J". Yep, I'm a Judger. I'm also a Kousez and Posner Encourage the Heart-er and a True Colors Blue. Sometimes I feel stifled by these expectations. The people in my cohort throw around these terms and judge each by the categories on a daily basis. Sometimes I feel forced to make a decision just because people know that I'm a J. Sometimes I just want to embrace my P-ness! (Insert obvious joke here.)
What does this have to do with the job search? Sometimes I wonder myself. I think there are so many expectations for me to succeed, to find the perfect job, to be extraordinarily happy that I just want to scream and tell everyone to back off! AHHHHH! (I feel surprisingly better after that cyber-shout. Thanks for bearing with me.)
First, before another rant takes its toll on me, let me give you a little update on the nuances of my job search. I have applied to three schools and set up an ACPA interview with one of them. The schools run the gamut in terms of my interest level. The first school was not in my geographic region what-so-ever, but they sought me out so I thought I would check out the website. In turn, I semi-fell in love with the department and school. I know, I know, it could just be a glossed over version of reality, but I found myself smiling, laughing, and nodding along with their mission/vision/values statement. The second school was my co#1 choice for my ACUHO-I internship last summer, but the dates wouldn't work with my schedule. I had an amazing connection with the professionals on the other side of the phone, the man in charge of the search is an alum of my grad program, and he was super-psyched when I applied. Plus, the school is in one of my top geographic regions! Hooray for that! Finally, I was also contacted and soon applied to one of the early front-runner schools. Perfect size, super perfect location, and overall great. I have yet to hear if they would like to interview me.
Okay, there's the boring stuff. I was expected to make this somewhat juicy, so here is what I think about the job search:
IT SUCKS
I know, it is not even close to being prolific, but that's what I think. Every single insecurity you have is placed in front of your face and you are asked to defend it. How do you answer the question "What is your worst quality/characteristic/trait?" I usually reach for the standard "Well, I think I am somewhat overcommitted to my job. I usually work more than what is asked of me and often find myself at the office later than I need to be, just to make sure everything is perfect for the next day," when all I really want to say is "I think I'm too emotional, too attached to the students that I work with, sometimes defensive, I judge ignorant and non-accepting people, I really think students are getting increasingly stupid, sometimes I think theory is all a crazy scheme concocted to make me fail Comps, and I have had visions of strangling meddling parents." The problem is that nobody really wants to hear the truth during a job interview. It is a little dance that we play in order to make each other feel good. I make the people feel like they are getting a quality candidate and they make me feel like I have fulfilled their expectations.
Speaking of expectations, let's talk about the fact that I still haven't figured out how to post this damn thing. I still have to go into my e-mail, search for "studentaffairs.com", find the e-mail, and follow the directions in split screen with blogger.com. If I can't even figure this out, then how will I be able to land and hold down a job? Clearly, it has been a rough week. More on this week at a later time. However, I do have to shout-out to my fellow blogger's sensitivity by not stealing my Grey's theme. I truly appreciate the sentiment and hope that your friends aren't too disappointed and still love you, which I'm sure is the case. Except for your friend who is like Cristina...I'm sure he/she is super pissed and already thinks he/she is better than you.
Okay, I have probably depressed all of you enough for one night. I promise that I am normally the "happy" one of my group of friends, but there is something cathartic about having a place that's free of judgement. Well, free of judgement until people start posting comments, which is not meant to deter you. It would actually be nice to know that someone reads this and my thoughts aren't just being put out there into the universe and not bouncing off of anyone.
The end.
In Medias Res #3- A not so brief riposte
I’ve been trying to write these things in advance, so I don’t fall behind when stuff gets crazy. The problem with that is thing’s change so fast. I’ve scheduled interviews, been declined by schools, but the sentiment here is pretty consistent so I haven’t edited anything.
So even though this is an anonymous blog I already got outed by a friend. Not that I told her, she figured it out herself. There’s two nice things about this: 1) it means people are actually reading, 2) it means my friends know me well enough to pierce the admittedly thin veil I threw up. So kudos, cohort. Kudos.
As we were discussing the blog they decided they wanted their aliases to be Grey’s Anatomy characters in a sort of homage to my co-blogger. Admittedly I’m more of an Office/30 Rock man myself, but I do like to catch up with Seattle Grace when Steve Carell’s in reruns. But it seems like Pick Me is having a bad week, so I'm not going to twist the knife by stealing her shtick. This is gonna have to suffice as a shout out: HEY PUNKS. They did want me to post the following. We were asked the other day to come up with a metaphor for the job search experience:
Learning to ride a bike/Running a race/On the diving block at a swim meet (there were two swim meets actually)/Moving up to the big kid’s table at Christmas/Being a soldier/Wanting a pink Huffy (the women in the room apparently got this one)/Jumping out of a basement window and you’re dying and..(somebody was a little overtired I think, but I still love ya SO)/ Going from the clarinet to the oboe/Getting shot in the butt on the way in and on the way out (also, AA was tired)/ A ship that left port without a navigator/ Bungee jumping & experiencing doubt halfway down/Your spin on Wheel of Fortune/ Like a rollercoaster/ In the carpool lane, picking an exit.
So what does this tell us about SA professionals? We suck at metaphors and the job search is stressful. Very revealing, I know.
One of my favorite critics, Nathan Rabin, is writing about a year of flops/fiascoes over at The Onion. He started with a survey of Elizabethtown which was the last time I can remember a bunch of my friends getting together to go to a movie. We were mixed on the result. Rabin calls it a fiasco, but I really remember enjoying it. He takes his definition for a fiasco from the film:
As somebody once said: There’s a difference between a failure and a fiasco. A failure is simply the non-presence of success. Any fool can accomplish failure. But a fee-ass-scoe, a fiasco is a disaster of mythic proportions. A fiasco is a folk tale told to others that makes other people feel more alive because. It. Didn’t. Happen. To. Them.
I liked Elizabethtown because it was slow and meditative and I am enchanted with the idea of going on the sort of road trip that ends the film. I got to do one just like it this past summer on the way to my internship. I found in the process of driving, and in reading Rabin’s description of Elizabethtown I was reminded of this, that I am a slower and more meditative person than I give myself credit for. I think this can only help me in the job search, as the process is long and (in many ways) methodical. There are stages, and critical questions to be asked, and it is a great deal more cerebral than physical. To that extant I have been unconsciously collecting tales of other people’s job hunt fiascos and while I don’t have the space or time to recount them, the one thing they all have in common: recounted in hindsight they actually sound a lot like fun. There’s a book I love about a fiasco of a romantic relationship (but I’ll withhold the title, to maintain the slightest shred of anonymity-I talk about this book that much and it’s that obscure) that closes with the narrator wondering if given the chance would he repeat his decisions. On seeing his younger self, on the precipice of entering into a long drawn out soul draining process, he ends the book simply with, “Of course. It’s exhilarating. Even bad things can be exhilarating. I’m looking forward to it.” Although I’m seriously hoping that my job search doesn’t end with the gnashing of teeth and rending of garments, I am ready for the actual hunt part to begin. I thought I would feel that way after I got some apps out or after I scheduled some interviews, but it doesn’t. I want things to start. I’m looking forward to it.
Pick Me! Choose Me! Hire Me! #2 Pure and Total Exhaustion
I get angry when I go without sleep. ~Dr. Christina Yang on Grey's Anatomy
There are 99 days until graduation.
I don' t have a job.
I don't know where I'm living.
I haven't started studying for Comps.
Everyone in the program is making me mad for one reason or another.
I feel like I may fall asleep and never wake up again which sounds fairly appealing at this point.
In Medias Res #2-"After me comes the flood"
I feel as if I just left a path of destruction in my wake. Friday afternoon I came into the office to help cover the phones because the rest of the staff was out working an event. Mind you, Friday is my day off and I am so kind and committed I came in anyway. One of the benefits of coming in was a completely distraction free workspace. So I booted up my office computer and my personal laptop and I became ‘Jobman’. Decimating resumes, applications, and cover letters as I steamrolled through the Oshkosh listings I got eight (8!) applications out in the span of a few hours. Obviously the steamroller effort resulted in a few mistakes: I forgot to attach a cover letter to one email (a situation I quickly remedied) and I determinedly typed out OshKosh in the first three letters until someone explained to me that’s the company and not the town.
[1] All in all though I feel good. Only one school has gotten back to me so far, but I do have an interview scheduled. So I’m batting one for two, (or one yes, one no, out of nine applications) although I’m not counting the first disinvite because they changed the qualifications on me. But I have at least one job interview scheduled!
I was going through old files this weekend, trying to back things up and I found an old email I had from a friend complaining about his job search last year. I had saved it because it was funny, and as I read it so much of what he complained about were things I was making myself neurotic about. Should I even bother with 10 month positions (what would I do over the summer)? Are the schools that invite me to apply worth looking at if they’re in a part of the country I’d never consider? I can’t expect that Southern Indiana would impress me that much in the interview that they’d completely disabuse me of my preconceived notions. Now that I’ve hit up all the dream schools on the list, it’s time to get down to the practical schools. I’ve broken schools up as such in my job search notebook, and although I think I have a really solid shot at the dreams schools, I figured if I’m spending the money to go out and do placement I should at least put out as many feelers as possible. This doesn’t mean I’m going to accept interviews from everyone, but in case all the dream schools balk at my paltry resume at least I’ll have something to fall back on assuming the schools I’m considering practicals don’t balk too. The system is pretty arbitrary. And then of course there’s the Joint Conference to consider which is only a couple of weeks after OPE and has way way more jobs. So although I’m feeling pretty damn good about getting those resumes out, I know I’ve only scratched the surface (or something equally cliché).
On a completely unrelated note the snow storms that seem to be blanketing fly over country (where I now live) are making me appreciate cold weather more and more. Lots of my grad school friends talk about going back to some place warm. I grew up pretty close to a beach and I can tell you: seasons are a pretty amazing thing. I love walking out of my house at night and seeing falling leaves, or stars, or snow clouds. Things change here and that doesn’t happen so much back home, and the longer I live in cold places the more I start to appreciate how things change.
Finally, a last unrelated note: I just wanted to comment on my co-bloggers last post (we share this blog right?) Kudos to the allies who refuse to work at programs without domestic partnership benefits. I have some friends in heterosexual couples who are experiencing the short end of the Residence Life stick because of outdated and outmoded policies, in addition to all the dedicated LGBT staff members who run into opposition in programs throughout the country because of how closely their life intersects with their jobs (and how uncomfortable people can be with who you choose to live with). I hope lots of candidates are saying the same when they look at schools with regressive or exclusionary policies.
[1] Insteresting side note. Aside from making adorable kids clothes, apparently they used to make a lot of trains in Oshkosh. I like trains.
In Medias Res: Howdy Stranger
Full disclosure: I posted most of this yesterday and was perfectly happy with it. Then I woke up this morning and figured I'd reread it while I killed time waiting for the bus. In the light of morning like the insecure teenager who lives in my head, I loathed some of what I'd wrote and by exstention loathe myself. So this is the revised version. A second chance at a first impression.
How to begin? How do you provide background to people when you’re supposed to be writing anonymous?I’ve been mulling over how to start this blog. How much background information to give? How much context to lay out? And then I figured, screw it. I’ll just jump in the middle, and let the survivors sort it out.
I will let you in on this
[1]: I am a Grad Student. I am almost done, and it is a nice feeling. While I was home during the break, my friends marveled at the prospect that I would have a masters degree soon. Some of my friends have still put off college, so they don’t necessarily understand what student affairs is. I’ve explained it three or four times, but they continue to insist I’m a guidance counselor. Which is only half true. (I like to think I counsel, but I find I provide very little guidance)
Grad school has been its own unique frustrating maddening can’t wait for it to be over version of fun, of course.. I am ready for the next stage of my life, though.
My job search really began back in September when I started to make a list of possible schools, locations for searches, and things I wanted in a job. I did the same thing for grad school, and for my first post-college job (and for college for that matter) and it has always served me well. The list has been through multiple revisions since then and the binder it sits in (yes, I’m a little neurotic) is starting to fill up with position descriptions, placement info, and resume revisions. I should note that in college I was forced to take a business writing course that ingrained the need to do all this in me. This is not instinctive. I sort of have to force myself to do it.
I am not particularly worried about getting a job at this point. More I find I’m concerned with the type of job I can get. I never really had senioritis in college or high school, but if there is a Grad School equivalent, I have it bad. Very very bad. I’ve managed to stay on top of my work, but I find where last year I was pouring over theory books this semester I’m much more concerned about updating my I-pod so I have a soundtrack for the bus ride to campus. Certainly I look forward to discussing Knowing and Reasoning in College, but I look forward to it more if I can pump myself up with some TV on the Radio
[2] en route.
The senioritis
[3] is playing itself out in the job search too. My list of dream school has grown to forty (I have lots of dreams, apparently), and I have about three, four (depends on your Enron style accounting) versions of my resume. That said, I haven’t really completed any applications. I’ve sent out two resumes to jobs that seemed like they had January start dates, but weren’t explicit (Note to employers-if you’re hiring for January, save us all a lot of frustration and make that clear in your posting. Thanks).
So what am I dreaming about? A school in a decent sized city. This could be Los Angeles or Ann Arbor. I’m looking for a critical mass. I would like a place with diversity; sexual diversity, ethnic diversity, spiritual diversity, diversity of thought. I’d like to work at a place that’s as concerned with my professional development as my ability to execute tasks. I’d like a place what I can experiment (and to fail a little bit). Ideally I’m looking at Residence Life or some form of Social Justice work (although the latter jobs are few and far between). Admittedly I have a soft spot for assessment, but I don’t think I know anyone right out of their grad program who got a job in assessment. However, if you have such a job, leave your info in the comments section, and I will pester you from now to May.
Well, that’s assuming I get over my application anxiety.
This anxiety over sending out resumes has one primary source (and a number of smaller neurotic tributaries, such as “Did I put the right things in my cover letter? Was my cover letter too wordy? Did I order the information correctly in my resume? Did I remove too much relevant experience? Is it too early in the process to be sending out applications? Will they think I’m an over achiever if I send it out this early? Will I be lost in the deluge if I wait? Will I be lost in the deluge if I don’t wait?”
The main reason though, to return to my point, is to begin the job search process is to take it out of the realm of fantasy. Once I start applying to my dream schools and find that they either don’t have openings or I’m under qualified my dreams start to die. Now admittedly I could afford to have a decent number of dreams die. I would say about 36. About 36 of my dreams could die and I’d still be on solid ground. The only reason I got the first two apps out were the solid deadline listed in the posting. I don't want to be the guy that sends things in right before the deadline. I'd like to get ahead a bit (not ahead of the other applicants, but more ahead of my own schedule).
My experiences with job searches have been dispiriting and frustrating. Last year as I was preparing for internship interviews I got unduly excited over schools that didn’t even bother to politely decline me. They just left me hanging. I invested way too much emotional energy in what should have been an exciting process. This time I’m going to keep a distance. Enough to be excited about a job, but only if the employer’s giving me reason to be excited. Admittedly this is a difficult task to set for oneself. I read the Joint Meeting listings and it’s hard not to imagine moving into my two bedroom apartment in the Big City for my dream job.
I want all the possibilities to come true. I want the embarrassment of riches laid at my feet, and I want to pick and choose. “I’ll have a little small public and a tiny slice of that large public. Not too much though. Bureaucracies are bad for my digestion.”
At some point I’m going to have to get over this. Most likely it will be this upcoming long weekend, when I will celebrate Dr. King’s dream by beginning to extinguish some of my own.
Man that was maudlin. Better to end on an upnote: Woo hoo University of Florida! (In Medias Res is not currently nor has he ever been associated with UF. He just likes the colors. Orange and blue compliment his coloring. He is a winter).
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[1] And so as we attempt to establish trust reader, I immediately go back on my commitments.
[2] Or Nelly Furtado, depending on how the spirit takes me.
[3] Let’s just call it that for argument’s sake, unless anyone has a better name? In fact, let’s make that the first In Medias Res contest! In the comments section offer your diagnosis. Best winner gets featured in my next post and a signed headshot.
Pick Me! Choose Me! Hire Me!
We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop? ~Grey’s Anatomy
Hello and welcome (soon to be) loyal readers! I have been asked to give you a glimpse into my job search process from researching potential jobs, phone interviews, the ACPA/NASPA meat market experience, on site interviews, and hopefully the big day of accepting a position which seems so far away. I am also going to attempt to make this whole thing enjoyable and entertaining. Some of this is for you, but I see this as a way to keep my sanity through the next six months.
You may have noticed the quote from Grey’s Anatomy at the top of the blog. I am a huge fan of the show and have been from the beginning. I’m not one of those people who jumped on the band wagon half-way through the second season. Therefore, most of my posts will have some sort of Grey’s themes or quotes so if you haven’t started watching, rent the first two seasons and start watching immediately. I promise that you won’t be disappointed! Someone recently told me that grad school for student affairs was very similar to being a surgical intern like Meredith, George, Izzie, Christina, and Karev. We work together, study together, live together, and (sometimes) sleep together. We are each other’s source of support, stress relief, but are also each other’s biggest competitions. I would do anything for the people in my cohort, but when it comes down to it, I going to do everything I can to beat them out of a job if I want it too.
Here’s the thing about me. I’m in Res. Life. I had three years of undergrad experience, I’m currently a Graduate Hall Director, and I spent my summer internship at a great housing department on the other side of the country. I’m not worried about finding a job. Everyone I know says that there are thousands of Res. Life jobs out there and to just calm down. The problem for me is more about finding the right job.
Basically, I’m picky. I have been since I’ve been little, you can ask my mom. She says I’m picky, but I prefer the term “particular.” I just don’t want the right job, I want the perfect job. What does the perfect job look like for me? My priorities are (in no particular order)
-I want a great working environment. Too vague? Okay, I mean that I want to be able to drive to the beach in no more than 30 minutes, work with interesting, diverse, and engaged students, and be part of a department that is full of fun, hardworking, dedicated, and hilarious people.
-I want to live in a fun place. This means more restaurant choices than McDonald’s, Wendy’s, and the local pizza place. I want a cool atmosphere, a good martini bar, and if I want to go to a museum or see a show (preferably Wicked, my new favorite musical) then getting there shouldn’t mimic the migratory patterns of a flock of birds who travel for hours and hours just to get to their destination.
-I want to be able to bring my cat with me and then get a dog so my live-in accommodations will need to be pet-friendly.
-I want my department to offer same-sex partner benefits. While I identify as straight, I’m also an ally so I don’t want to work at a place where there isn’t housing equality.
-I want my supervisor to not just supervise me, but also be a mentor. Does this make me high maintenance?
-I want a place that values personal and professional balance. Oh wait, I’m in student affairs, the profession of Blackberry’s, 4,000 e-mails a day, text messaging, 24-hour cell phone coverage, instant messages, and people who take classes, have a family, workout, volunteer, serve on committees, go to conferences, mentor students, plus the whole full-time job thing. Maybe this is too much to ask for in a first job.
-I want a nice apartment. Call me vain, but I want an apartment that is comparable to what I would get “on the outside,” but for free! Speaking of free, I want a meal plan too. I’ve been dependent on campus food for going on six years and I don’t plan on learning how to cook anytime soon. I also want a parking spot (I’m lazy) and laundry (because I’m also cheap).
I’m sure there are other things on my list too. Such as a diverse student and professional population, inviting campus environment, a place where I can “put theory to practice” as well as have opportunities to learn, develop, and grow, but those aren’t fun to think about.
I can’t decide if I’m being delusional or just “particular.” I hope this fantasy job really is out there, because the pressure is already on. My advisor told all of us not to even look at job descriptions until after Thanksgiving, but that went out the window the first day of class. I literally came back from my first class of the year to an IM from one of my friends who had found the “perfect” job for her, but it had a January 1st start date. I freaked out!!! Why were members of my cohort already looking at job descriptions? We are only half way through our program! We still have to graduate in order to even be considered for these jobs!
Then it dawned on me. Although my cohort (and the profession in general, in my ever so humble grad student opinion) is supportive and friendly, it is also filled with competition. Sure, we’ll send you an e-card or give you a hug when we see you, but there is a secret place in everyone’s mind, a place that nobody likes to talk about at parties, that really wishes the accomplishment was for them. Maybe I’m being cynical. However, it is hard not to be when I just e-mailed a job description to one of my friends who then said he was mad at me because it was “his perfect job” and he couldn’t believe I would even consider applying for it even though it was fairly close to “my perfect job.” The last thing I have time to deal with is inter-cohort drama!
In closing, I am excited, terrified, anxious, and nervous about the impending job search. I think the only thing that will get me through it is my weekly therapy sessions with Dr. Meredith Grey and all of her doctor friends at Seattle Grace. However, it’s group therapy with people who will be my competition for jobs, so where does that leave me?
Until Next Time,
Pick Me! Choose Me! Hire Me!
