Job hunting is the PITS. How long will I wait until I give up and just get another internship? More importantly, how long before I go insane? Like living at my mom’s house again isn’t bad enough? I had one prospective job email me back saying, “Dear Kimberly, we are sorry but the position is filled.” Well, that is great, but MY NAME ISN’T KIMBERLY! How many blows to the ego can I handle? If any of you out there knows anyone that wants to hire someone for marine mammal work, let a girl know.
In the meantime I’m going to try to work at a local aquarium supply store. Let’s hope they aren’t all too good for me, too.
When can my life begin, again?
