My parents love me, right? So they won’t be at all disappointed when
I
move back home, right?
Sad, but looking to be true. How can you beat free rent? Then again,
job
searching might be kind of hard on a wheat farm in Eastern Oregon,
where we
use smoke signals instead of fax machines.
OK, so I may be exaggerating. But I haven’t heard back from anyone
about
my internship applications. Well, except The Oregonian, which made it
quite
clear right away it wasn’t interested. But at least they sent me
something
in the mail — apparently my application doesn’t even warrent a
rejection
letter for all the other papers.
I guess I didn’t really want an internship anyway (at least, that’s
what
I keep telling myself). But actually, the idea of moving somewhere for
the
summer, then moving again by fall, does not sound fun. I hate moving.
Which
was ultimately enough in itself to convince me that I didn’t really
want a
temporary job.
But that doesn’t mean it will be any easier to find a full-time job.
After all, this is Oregon. And I’m way too picky — that’s probably
what
will bite me in the ass. I don’t want to leave the Northwest, and I
don’t
want to live in a huge city. But I guess that won’t be too much of a
problem
— there aren’t really any big cities here. And I guess that’s why I
like
it.
Oh well. I guess it’s just time to start poking around all the
small-town
publications, looking for full-time jobs. Or just sit here and wait,
and
hope, that somebody else likes me.