The ship hate has got to stop. It’s just hate. And you are hateful. Just ignore it. Block them if you really don’t like it. Don’t give people grief just because you don’t like it, because someone does.
Apparently really well. Today they asked if I can come in next week for a second one. HOLY SMOKES that was fast. Like, scarily fast.
I’m alternating between excited, terrified, and deep regret. If this job goes through it’ll be the first job significantly outside my degree since I graduated four years ago. It’s…kind of hard not to feel like a cop-out? It’s practical, is what it is. That would be a relief. I guess. But parts of it aren’t sitting right. Some of the job duties aren’t what I expected, it’s a totally new schedule than what I’m used to, and…other stuff. I don’t know how to reconcile it. It’s a huge choice to teeter on.