So, I haven’t updated in quite some time (not that anyone really cares) and I guess it was because I was sick of sounding like a whiny, ungrateful bitch. Which I still am, just not so publicly anymore.

In all seriousness, there’s a lot worse things to be pissed off about than being unemployed. And I’m sure that within the first day of my new job, I’ll be wishing I was back on the couch watching HGTV.

No, I don’t have a job yet. I’m only upset about this because I’m quickly running out of money. I guess going on vacation for Spring Break didn’t help my financial woes too much, but my sunburn is quickly fading to a tan, so it’s all good.

I’m getting closer, though, or so it seems. There’s a paid internship with my name on it, but I don’t really want to take it mostly because I don’t want to have to constantly answer to others. I’m ready for the responsibilities of an entry-level position, and I’ve done the intern thing every summer since freshman year. And making just about minimum wage would be a huge drawback and would stifle my plans of moving out.

I’ve had a number of interviews, and I’ve left most of them feeling confident. In theory, I should’ve been hired by now. But if I’ve learned anything from my job hunt, it’s that the job market and my industry are super competitive. There’s a lot of great talent out there, and it’s hard not to compare myself, but rest assured I will continue to harass HR folk until one of them caves.

However, I’m fairly confident I will get at least one offer this week (which is the only reason I could justify buying dinner tonight). I have two interviews tomorrow, and I will hear back from a service program I applied to later in the week. It’s getting a little depressing around my apartment, and I feel anxious all the time. I’m ready for the next step.

Wish me luck.