Emo Post is NOT all that emo. Really, :D

Marginalized
Obsolete
Useless

*poses dramatically*
*sighs heavily*
*looks up from a book of poems by Poe*

What is this feeling that I has been lurking around the corners of my brain? Why do I feel as if all the hard work that I have put into my education is for naught?

Truly, I suspect that the whole thing is just my brain being its usual bitchy self.

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Sad and lonely tree. *warbly eyes*

I am approaching the end of my degree. I have one course this summer, and three in the fall – and that is it. I am done.

In the meantime, I must now look for a job. In this market. At my age. [cough,mumble,cough43coughcough]
To say I am a bit intimidated would be an understatement. But, I have a few bonuses to stave off the jitters.

1.)  I am a darn good technical/creative writer. Even when1 my brains are being bad, I know this to be true.

2.) I have years and years of experience as a quality assurance agent and technical writer. This degree was more to open a hole in the glass ceiling that I was whapping against since I only had a high school diploma.
I’m GOING to get hired. I’ve got too many good references not to.

3.) ?

4.) Profit!

5.) I actually have a plan. It may or may not be a good plan, per se. But it’s there and I am excited to be a part of it.

1 – Which they are trying to be right now. “Put a caveat on that statement! Something along the lines of ‘in spite of what you are seeing here’ sort of thing!  Do it! Do it!”   [And I realize that technically that I just did so here. But at least it is in the footnotes, and not up in the main body, apologizing for my own work. Stupid anxiety.]

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I know how you feel, little dude.

In Celebration of ….

WARNING: This may be a slightly whiny post. I am usually pretty adult, but I am in serious need of an old-fashioned tantrum.

In Celebration of ….

WARNING:  This may be a slightly whiny post. I am usually pretty adult, but I am in serious need of an old-fashioned tantrum.
Or hugs. Hugs would be good.1

It is almost the end of May. Guess how many times I’ve been camping or to how many camping events I have been to this year?
I’ll give you a hint.

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Ooh, I love a man who speaks a foreign language.

*SIGH*

I’m not saying that I didn’t have a fun vending at Comicpalozza in Houston this past weekend. I did. I’m just saying that there was somewhere I’d rather have been. And that has been true a few times already this year.

I blame the therapist. She’s all “set your boundaries and keep them” and “be more assertive with your needs” and other random bullshit like that. So, of course my inner ten-year-old was all like “lalalala, I can’t hear you” when making plans.

Karma can be such a regret-filled bitch, can’t it?

I guess I will just have to be more proactive with myself in the future. And I will certainly be more likely to have my updated calendar with me at *ALL TIMES*.

Well-played Universe. Well-played.

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I’ve got the whole Universe, in my…um….blog. 😀

1 – Another warning:  This is not a post asking for advice. This is a post listing some regrets and suchlike.