got word today that i didn't get the resident minister job. i called my mom and had what will no doubt be the first of many huge bawling sessions. i feel marginally better after talking to her but i cannot even begin to express the depth of my disappointment and sadness. i really, really, really wanted this. i thought i'd be good at it. i thought it would help me get where i'd like to go. i have a fricking masters degree in ministry but apparently it didn't count for all that much. a grad student was probably chosen over me. how humiliating. i wish i could say it was an honor to be considered at all, but i am not there by a long shot yet. ever.
how much do you want to bet i end up needing surgery after all?
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Oh, darlin', I'm so sorry. That sucks. Wish I could give you a big hug. I will keep hoping that you don't need back surgery.
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