About two weeks ago, my world got blown up. Little pieces of my security rained down and scattered the projected picture of my near future. How. Fucked. Up. Henry Ford had been teasing us with jobs since we got there. Dangled this plump carrot in front of our little pink noses while we sweat it out. They had us in a frenzy, all hot and bothered, we wanted it so bad. God dammit if they don't tell us there was a hiring freeze...
My weakened resolve at this point was susceptible to the smallest of external influences. Naturally, I came down with a case of the fuckitalls. It had been floating around, a few of my friends had it, but I got it worse than most. Luckily, I have a tried and true homeopathic remedy I take for this kind of illness: a healthy dose of my own homemade tincture of mayhem. Usually does the trick but I topped it off with a few milligrams of recklessness just to be on the safe side of mental health.
Thank my lucky stars the universe watches over me. Count me among the fortunate to be so blessed. I made it out of DEMF, not a casualty of the festival weekend (God bless those who did not) or a victim of my own device. Instead, I gained much more than I could have anticipated. And ya know what? It happened under the guidance of a full moon.
One week later, I got a job interview. Now we're up to speed. There's one week left of my internship. This Friday I'll be able to check off one more thing of my to-accomplish list. I'm a little nervous about my micro and immunology exams, but I'm sure I'll do fine. I'm pretty sure I feed off this sink or swim pressure, otherwise why would I consistently set myself up? It's true, I'm a masochist to the core. I've acquired a taste for it by now.
Tomorrow, I interview for a full time position (full benefits and a 403k, son!). Come Friday, I'll knock out those exams. By Friday night, I'll be in Chicago with a bucket of red paint and a head full of fun. I can't wait!
