Oy vey…where to begin…

I can’t even describe the week that has just passed. I remember not getting much sleep, being irked with my supers because they were irked at me for very little, useless reasons, and still, after almost a year of knowing the girl, not communicating very well with HJK.

It’s kind of like the Calvin and Hobbes strip that says, “Even though we’re talking English, we’re not speaking the same language.”

It never fails to find some wisdom in an eternally six-year-old cartoon character, and it might surprise you how much I do turn to Calvin for motivation and advice.

I have finally realized why the rest of the modern world either takes two-year engagements or just elopes to get the wedding over with. HJK is stressing about the wedding, which seems to promulgate the fact that we can’t communicate effectively. I ask a lot of questions, but am not always patient enough to receive the answers. I think a lot of the people involved are being too modest – either the people offering help don’t really mean it, or those wanting it won’t ask. At this point, eloping doesn’t sound like the worst idea, but dang it, this is a taxing ordeal. Anyone who says planning a wedding is fun is full of hooey.

Work. Gosh, I don’t even want to start there. I like working in government affairs, a lot. I like the people I work with – but when they’re stressed out, I’m stressed out. I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever have any job security. I have my BA, am flying through my MPA, and completing my third internship – I think I’m ready for a friggin’ job.

I speak four languages.
I think I write well.
I think I have valuable skills.
I know Janet, Diane, Neil, Chris, Jack, Brent, Ed and all sorts of other people in government – which is sometimes useful for public affairs.

Yet, I can’t get a damn job.

It is disappointing, as many of you probably know. So, sorry to mope in your general direction, but it sucks when your future hangs in that awkward position of uncertainty. HJK was turned down for a job this week, and I felt bad for her, but at the same time, she’s got more opportunities out there than I do – and I keep having to remind her to apply to them. I guess we should just focus on the wedding and she can look for a job after we’re married.

I’m spent. I’m going home.