As the Divine Miss M
says, you got to have friends. And I really appreciate mine.
Last week was not the
best I’ve ever had. Actually, it was pretty much crap. And one of the lowlights
was pinging one of my job prospects—first one I’ve really, really wanted in a
good long while—and being told they’ve “filled it with an internal candidate.”
This after stringing
me along since October.
I don’t often vent on
Facebook, but it just kind of spilled out of me. I relayed the news and asked
if it was too early to drink. The first two responses really helped lighten my
spirits.
One consisted of a
single photo, without comment:
To understand this
fully, you’d have to be familiar with the film Start the Revolution without Me, which I recommend highly. I’m not
going to explain it here, but I have often felt like this, and my friend LQ was
exactly right to post it.
Second response was
from another friend—also engaged in the absurdity of the job search. I’ll just
quote her: “Baby girl it's NEVER too early to drink. That sucks pig poop.”
And so it does.
But having friends
who can help put crap like this into perspective is what keeps me going, even
when I feel like an escapee from a Dalí painting.
So big up to my
friends. And it’s definitely not too early to drink.
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