The Comeback

I had a job interview for a really cool financial analyst position this week. Don't know how it went, but it would be a dream job. Essentially, I would spend all day researching companies and the reports would be sold to third parties like investors and politicians. On Monday, I have another job interview for a loan officer position, which is not very cool, but it is better than working at a grocery store or a manufacturing plant.

I am losing my apartment this weekend and having to move into my mother's house, which is FUCKING HUMILIATING for me. I am also having to drive a total piece of shit 30 year old car since I am financially destroyed for real now, and unemployed. My pride, everything I've worked to preserve, is taking a massive hit. Things could be worse, but after having been successful in the past this is pretty bad for my self esteem.

I just have to maintain, and I am not even going to have enough money to self medicate during the toughest time in my life so far. This is a story that is not over, and I am hoping to God that I land at least one of these positions because I am 27 and the clock is ticking. I could turn into a permanent loser if I don't start winning again. I can feel it.
 
It's never too late to start over (27 is still young-- trust me), but I'm really glad to see you motivated to get back into the game. Fuck self medication; do this with 100% pure balls. Captain's balls as it were.

That sounded better in my head. You get what I mean though.
 
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