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Getting ready to leave a place is an odd experience. I don't feel like the reality of the situation ever sets in until I'm actually on the road, and I realize I'm actually going away and not coming back (for good or at least not for awhile). I've now got only week left in Kansas, and as usual, my imminent departure has somehow snuck up on me.
I'm meant to be reworking my resume and writing a cover let right now, but I lost interest after I typed about two sentences. I'm really, really bad at praising myself. Why should they hire me? Because I'm a poor grad student who needs a job and actually does have quite a bit of library experience and is really much more amusing in person than in this stiff and formal sounding letter. I think I dislike formal correspondence because it feels so fake.
I flaked out on a potential day trip to Omaha today so I could get things done, like buying bananas and doing my laundry and writing that pesky letter. Not going made me feel guiltily anti-social, but I've actually had a very nice day. I went to St. Michael's this morning, and in a nice bit of symmetry, the same girl who welcomed me on my first Sunday there, was sitting in the pew right behind me, so we got to talk a little bit after Mass. There was also a 20s and 30s group brunch this afternoon, which I was (quite easily) persuaded to attend. See, I can be social. I even met some new people. If I were staying here longer, I would definitely try to know some of them better, because they're just a really nice group. By some strange coincidence, one of them is also moving to Washington, D.C. in August so he can start seminary, so we exchanged phone numbers. So that's one D.C. acquaintance, and I haven't even moved yet!
The last of my laundry is in the dryer and I've finished the book I was reading and two radio programs. I think it's time for me to put together some dinner then finally finish this job application. Where does all my time go?
I'm meant to be reworking my resume and writing a cover let right now, but I lost interest after I typed about two sentences. I'm really, really bad at praising myself. Why should they hire me? Because I'm a poor grad student who needs a job and actually does have quite a bit of library experience and is really much more amusing in person than in this stiff and formal sounding letter. I think I dislike formal correspondence because it feels so fake.
I flaked out on a potential day trip to Omaha today so I could get things done, like buying bananas and doing my laundry and writing that pesky letter. Not going made me feel guiltily anti-social, but I've actually had a very nice day. I went to St. Michael's this morning, and in a nice bit of symmetry, the same girl who welcomed me on my first Sunday there, was sitting in the pew right behind me, so we got to talk a little bit after Mass. There was also a 20s and 30s group brunch this afternoon, which I was (quite easily) persuaded to attend. See, I can be social. I even met some new people. If I were staying here longer, I would definitely try to know some of them better, because they're just a really nice group. By some strange coincidence, one of them is also moving to Washington, D.C. in August so he can start seminary, so we exchanged phone numbers. So that's one D.C. acquaintance, and I haven't even moved yet!
The last of my laundry is in the dryer and I've finished the book I was reading and two radio programs. I think it's time for me to put together some dinner then finally finish this job application. Where does all my time go?
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