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This Weekend Open Thread is Hot as Balls

It’s spring. Let’s turn the damn furnaces off already.

I don’t get to control my own heat, which means someone else has determined that, even though it’s getting progressively warmer out, we still have to crank up the furnaces like it’s sub-zero winter.

It’s easier to put on a sweater than cool down, so maybe let’s err on the side of frostiness.

Save me.

By [E] Liza

PhD student. Knitter. Brooklynite. Long-distance dog mom. Reluctant cat lady. Majestic unicorn whose hair changes color with the wind.

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This week has been a series of unfortunate events. I was still cruising along until today. Finding out I didn’t even get an interview at a place where I have connections just let all the wind out of my sails. I can’t figure out how to get a job in this field, and that’s with everyone telling me that everything I’m doing is right. Why even bother. And to make it all the more awkward, I signed up for a program tomorrow with one of the people who would be responsible for rejecting my application.

I’m a substitute teacher looking for a full time job. I’ve done sub jobs at schools where I’ve interviewed. It was definitely awkward (at least from my perspective), but I figured my goal was to be so awesome that they would rethink their hiring decision, fire the person they HAD hired, and offer me a job on the spot! Or, you know, just leave a really good impression so they would be interested in me for any future openings.

And I’ve also not gotten interviews at schools where I work pretty often and they really like me. Job hunting sucks. It is the suckiest. It is suckier than a brand new super-powered vacuum cleaner.

I need hugs. And kittens. And biscuits and tea. Have had a horrible, horrible evening and I need to try and get to bed. Massive bust up with my brother. I think there is resolution in sight, but I am so worn, and teary. And didn’t expect to cry but absolutely bawled. And I’m spent.

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