Turns out, one of the most difficult things about the whole graduation process was finagling that stupid hat onto my head and then coercing it to stay in place.
Criminy!
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I was teasing Mike a little yesterday, so he went over to tattle to my roommate.
“Courtney is protagonizing me …”
So it’s not so great when you’re trying to interview very important people (namely a grouping of top executive women in the ski/snowboard industry) while suffering from a rather dreadful bout of laryngitis.
It’s tough to conduct a highly professional questioning while your voice is cracking like a 13-year-old boy.
Well, I turned in the last paper of my graduate school career last night.
It’s official. I’m on the job hunt.
Here’s hoping that the stockpile of hotel soaps and lotions that I’ve been hoarding since I was 10 lasts until I find a real job … or at least until I make it through the interview process.
Turns out sending your macho boyfriend a YouTube clip of Barbara Streisand singing about “meeeeeeeemories” is not the way to get him amped up about a potential trip to the Grand Canyon over New Years.
I wish I was one of those cool people who wear winter hats inside.
But I just can’t fricking hear anything.