I got that call today. I didn’t get the job. I knew it, I KNEW it, and it still hurt like hell.
I can’t buy my parents Christmas presents.
I can't remember a time in the last year when I haven't been ashamed of where (and sometimes who) I am in life.
I have to show up to Christmas Eve dinner next week with a family that has a lawyer, a nurse, and a student in college getting amazing grades and all three of them are in serious relationships.
I don’t have a single thing that I’m really good at – that defines who I am and points me in a direction.
I have to participate in holiday small talk with people I haven’t seen in a while and tell them that I’m still unemployed. They don’t even ask about dating anymore.
Today is my one year anniversary of unemployment and I got turned away from a job that I wanted with all my heart.
I can’t pay my parents back for all the money they’ve lent me this year and last year.
I can't get a job in the field I just spent the last two years of my life dedicated to.
It’s entirely my fault I didn’t get this job and I wonder if part of me did it on purpose.
I have to start all over.
I don’t know when it’s going to stop.
I’ve got absolutely nothing.