No more waiting

They rejected me. Dream Job #1. As Oprah says, "Man's rejection is God's protection." Rejection sucks. Worse than flat out rejection, though, is finding out from your classmate who works there part-time that you were rejected - and finding out a week after she found out! I would go on and on about it but I cannot muster the ire. Plus I have been talking about it since Wednesday, when I heard. And now I have a sore throat.

So, where does that leave me? Well, it leaves me where I was before I was rejected. Nowhere. Looking for a job. About to go broke. I have a few informational interviews this week. Not sure they will actually lead to anything but you never do know. One of them is in Thousand Oaks. I think that's near LA. Jen said I would have to live in Hollywood or thereabouts. I suppose if I lived down there I would want to live where Meredith used to live...over in Laurel Canyon and that general neck of the woods.

Two Weeks From Today
This time two weeks from now I will be an MBA. Or, I will have my MBA. Hm, I wonder which is correct. I am an MBA or I have my MBA? Either way, I will be finished with graduate school. In fact, finished with school altogether. Until/unless I have kids and they go to school.

Jason
Today I spoke to Jason and two things happened. 1) He laughed the hardest I have heard him laugh. It was a beautiful sound. Like music wrapped in a hug. 2) I realized that I miss him. That I want to see him and that I won't for at least two and a half weeks and that it feels so far away and that low-level engagement is fine right now but won't be for long. That I actually like him but that the less I speak to him and the more time since last I saw him, the less I actually like him because the less I feel like I know him. So in this weird way I miss him but I am not sure I like him as much as I did when I saw him a month ago. I mean, I don't like him less. I actually quite like him and I like how our friendship has been developing in this really interesting way. I mean, we don't talk much but when we do I feel like he shares a lot with me. Not about his every day. He barely shares that (and maybe I am grateful for that). But more about his life. What he wants and feels and thinks. He really is dreamy. But truth be told, that's nutsy, giddy feeling is on hiatus. I mean, technically it's gone, right? But I am certain that if I saw him again it would come back.

And then there is Jack. What do I do about Jack?