A Good Omen?
As of late much of my time and energy has been spent on a seemingly never-ending hunt for a full-time job after I graduate. Phone interviews lead to more phone interviews, forever inching closer and closer to a job offer. With each round the questions become more difficult and, at times, odder. It starts with something like “What is quirks mode?” – a rather simple question – which somehow eventually segues into an all out coding test, sometimes even with the added pressure of a time limit. Add in, of course, my impending graduation, the repayment of $12,000 of debt looming in the not to distant future and the ever-present fear that I may end up jobless with bills up to my ears and a seemingly useless degree. As you may have guessed, the process gets a bit stressful.
Resulting from this personal chaos is a lack of free time. However, when free time is found it is only minimally cherished, because my tendency towards persistent worrying forces my mind to play out every possible future scenario over and over again. On this particular day, I was discussing the possibility of a light at the end of the tunnel with the girlfriend. Over cheap pseudo-chinese food I hashed out with every aspect of my current job hunt, concluding that although I may not have been offered a position yet, it seems as if my future employment is eminent. Still, I am hesitant. Nothing is a sure thing until the offer is made and documents are signed. Commenting that I absolutely will not eat this establishment’s disgusting fortune cookies, I crack it open to, at the very least, enjoy its prediction.
A good position and comfortable salary will be yours.
Perhaps I can stop worrying now.