I have come to the startling realization that my degree is useless. That's not entirely true, but my career of choice is really childish. And like... teeny. Because (with any luck) I am going to be an assistant, answering phones, getting my boss coffee and driving his/her car to get the oil changed, and things that I could have done when I was 16...
I don't have a problem with that. It's the path I must take. But then I remember that my classmates at home who are graduating are going to be like... legit lawyers. And accountants. And actually have responsibilities. That mean something.
And that is pretty scary.
I should at least write my cover letter soon.
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come to new york and commiserate with me? in other more exciting news, i had an internship interview today with the literary agency that represents stephanie meyer. and nora roberts, and neil gaiman. among other things!
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