Damn it feels good to be a gangster
I'm job hunting. There are times when it's easier to find a job when you have a job. That's not always the case. When you're interviewing in a different town than your current job, it's hard to get out and interview. Worse still when you're hiding the fact that you're looking. So... I resigned. After I turned down a job and let the partner know about it. But... silver linings. I'm a fucking gangster. I'm a rockstar (I'll have the quesadilla, haha). I've got another interview scheduled. An offer on the table. And i'll be closer to home. That's big. I doubt myself a lot lately. I mean, I'm smart, but if you get told enough times that you're awful, lazy, and just plain not enough, you start to internalize it. So... It's refreshing to hear good. That's not to say my friends don't tell me that I'm great. And I appreciate them... they've been lifesavers. It's just nice to hear it from o...