I used this terminology yesterday to describe my internship interview results thus far. It crashed and burned. My friends told me to stop using sports analogies incorrectly. I told my hipster friends to stop posing as sports enthusiasts.
Regardless, I've received one rejection and one offer. Batting .500, right? And in keeping with this theme of half-sies, I'm part glad and part disappointed. Glad because now I know I didn't do all that work to get zero interviews. Disappointed because the rejection came from Salem, VA, a site I was pretty excited about, and the offer came from Columbia, MO, number 15 on my list of 15. It's like my junior high love life all over again: the guy I have a crush on doesn't know I exist, and some other guy who I don't like like has feelings for me. I guess that's better than the time in high school when I thought I received a candy gram on Valentine's day from a guy I liked. Turns out it was another guy with the same name. If the internship process turns into that kind of drama, I'm in big trouble.
But then, yesterday I received this in the mail from my 5 year old nephew:
It came in this card:
Maybe the Missouri site just got bumped up a few notches.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Batting .500
Posted by Robin at 10:15 AM
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"My friends told me to stop using sports analogies incorrectly. I told my hipster friends to stop posing as sports enthusiasts."
that warmed my little hipster-judging sports-fan heart. ha!
oh my dear. i think this two weeks is going to be crazy-making for all. hang in there.
I'm assuming the picture is from Jax. :) I'm a bit confused though about the card..did he pick that card out for you(which that would be hilarious) or was it a card from Mary to Ben ~ with an enclosure from Jax?
Either way, it is adorable!!
It was drawn on the inside of the card - I'm guessing Mary let him pick out a card from ARM and this is what he chose. HA!
At least you didn't think you were "cool" because you got a secret admirer bouquet for Valentines's Day in high school only to find out years later after you graduate college that it was from your mother... False coolness...
Hang in there! Those rejectors are plain fools.
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