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It Never Fails
The Dime
My occupational existance is a metaphoric dryland, in which when the rain comes, it comes hard, fast, and overwhelming. I will go for a month without a single prospect for a job. Within 24 hours, I will get four offers, and of course, I took the first one that came along. It can never be simple. It has to be a struggle, has to be difficult, has to wrack my brain, and especially sucks when I feel like I'm disappointing some people I know personally.