Didn't get the VA job.
Which would normally be disappointing but not exactly surprising, but, I don't know, I really thought I had a chance at this one, given that they asked me to officially apply and sent me a reminder about it and everything which sort of implies that they wanted me. And hey, maybe I was on the short list for it, but I wasn't one of the two who got picked; no prizes for third place.
The real kicker is that my rejection notice tells me that I don't meet the basic qualifications - even though in my interview we actually talked about how I didn't need prior medical experience and I would in fact probably be qualified with my job experience.
So..yeah. Ice cream was called for.
Oh, and Dad managed to fix my computer, but in order to do that he had to restore it to factory settings, meaning all my programs and documents are gone. 95% of my documents are backed up on an external drive, but I'm still going to have to re-install everything, I've lost all my bookmarks, and the few documents that weren't backed up include the tiny bit of fic-writing I'd done in the past month or so that I actually liked (and didn't post to this journal, predictably enough).
GENERALIZED BAD MOOD, RAAAR.
I should write or something. Or at least do something other than sit and stew. Or post a meme or something so my journal has some content in it that someone might actually care about.
Which would normally be disappointing but not exactly surprising, but, I don't know, I really thought I had a chance at this one, given that they asked me to officially apply and sent me a reminder about it and everything which sort of implies that they wanted me. And hey, maybe I was on the short list for it, but I wasn't one of the two who got picked; no prizes for third place.
The real kicker is that my rejection notice tells me that I don't meet the basic qualifications - even though in my interview we actually talked about how I didn't need prior medical experience and I would in fact probably be qualified with my job experience.
So..yeah. Ice cream was called for.
Oh, and Dad managed to fix my computer, but in order to do that he had to restore it to factory settings, meaning all my programs and documents are gone. 95% of my documents are backed up on an external drive, but I'm still going to have to re-install everything, I've lost all my bookmarks, and the few documents that weren't backed up include the tiny bit of fic-writing I'd done in the past month or so that I actually liked (and didn't post to this journal, predictably enough).
GENERALIZED BAD MOOD, RAAAR.
I should write or something. Or at least do something other than sit and stew. Or post a meme or something so my journal has some content in it that someone might actually care about.
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And gaaaaah, computer problems. *shakes fist*
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I haven't even finished installing the required updates on that thing and I've been at it all day. :(
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Goddamnit, computers are SO NEEDY.
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It doesn't help that apparently ever other piece of software in the house has decided to malfunction all at once. The programs I need to install aren't working, the devices that require said programs are having errors, I JUST DESTROY EVERYTHING I TOUCH APPARENTLY. D:
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Last December my laptop DIED. So I totally empathize with that agony, too. :C
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Thanks for the kind words, though. *hugs*
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*hugs*
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Thank you. *hugs back*
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Yeah, it is tough market out there
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*hugs back*
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It's horrible when you feel a bit strung along. I have applied for a job in the university library four times. I got interviewed the first time and it seemed the problem was I was a first year, with no idea how things worked yet. They gave me feedback saying my application was clear and useful, highlighting my relevant skills, and my interview responses were appropriate etc., and bothered sending a separate email saying 'Can we keep your details?', not just as a consolation on the rejection.
Since then I've never even been offered an interview. I have ten years experience working in libraries, what's wrong with me?
Comfort food is a good idea. I hope you get a job soon! I'm sure you'll do great at whatever you do.
And losing your stuff on top of that...*hugs*
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Thanks for the kind words, though; I appreciate them at a time like this. *hugs back*
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Also for not getting jobs. Job hunting is annoying.
I just discovered that one of my co-workers has a remote-control Dalek; is there anyone we can exterminate for you? ;-)
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Thanks. *hugs you*
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You're welcome.
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Nothing makes me flail quite as much as realizing I've lost hours' worth of creative output. It's so hard to recreate later, the magic is gone, and it becomes WORK. *angry sigh* Yep, that sucks.
Enjoy your ice cream. Really.
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The ice cream did help. Thanks.
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*sends more ice cream* *more hugs*
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Thanks; I needed those hugs. *hugs back*