tears?
No. No tears. Just fucking asininity.
I wanted to apply for this sweet ass internship with the Bureau of African Affairs through the US State Department with hopes of returning to the Ivory Coast next summer.
So, the application was due the first.
There was an essay portion.
Me being the lazy ass I am put it off.
It had a 2500 character limit.
being a dumbass it wasn't until today I realized it was a CHARACTER and not a word limit.
So I applied.
Or tried to.
It told me that the vacant position had been filled.
But that, I don't understand how that was possible.
I applied within the deadline.
There was no mention of a rolling admissions policy.
There should not have been time for the government to 1. notify the potential person and 2. pass the [minimum 3 month] clearance process.
After it told me the error it said to click to continue.
It put me on some bullshit screen and diod no redirect me to the application or allow me to apply for my second choice.
So… I sent three emails.
One to the 'help' link on the page with the error message.
One to the State Department.
and finally, one to the Student Programs email for the state department.
I refused to go out silently.
I wanted to cry when I saw the words, it had been filled.
Especially considering I need to write a 5 page essay by 10 AM.
But I did not want to cry so much as when, searching for the student program email address, I was reminded that I needed to fax a copy of my transcript.
And that is why I am writing now.
I need to vent.
I want to cry.
But I have an essay to write.
I sent the last email after I read the requirement that I obviously failed to meet.
It was less abrasive than the other two, which, as you know me, were not too abrasive, though they were succinct.
I offered a phone interview in all of them.
I am so not going to Africa next summer.
because I am a dumbass.
i want to cry.
i want mathieu.
shit.
way to FUCK up
AGAIN.
sometimes, i wonder why I am… as i am.
*Love is…
forgiving yourself-
someday.
I wanted to apply for this sweet ass internship with the Bureau of African Affairs through the US State Department with hopes of returning to the Ivory Coast next summer.
So, the application was due the first.
There was an essay portion.
Me being the lazy ass I am put it off.
It had a 2500 character limit.
being a dumbass it wasn't until today I realized it was a CHARACTER and not a word limit.
So I applied.
Or tried to.
It told me that the vacant position had been filled.
But that, I don't understand how that was possible.
I applied within the deadline.
There was no mention of a rolling admissions policy.
There should not have been time for the government to 1. notify the potential person and 2. pass the [minimum 3 month] clearance process.
After it told me the error it said to click to continue.
It put me on some bullshit screen and diod no redirect me to the application or allow me to apply for my second choice.
So… I sent three emails.
One to the 'help' link on the page with the error message.
One to the State Department.
and finally, one to the Student Programs email for the state department.
I refused to go out silently.
I wanted to cry when I saw the words, it had been filled.
Especially considering I need to write a 5 page essay by 10 AM.
But I did not want to cry so much as when, searching for the student program email address, I was reminded that I needed to fax a copy of my transcript.
And that is why I am writing now.
I need to vent.
I want to cry.
But I have an essay to write.
I sent the last email after I read the requirement that I obviously failed to meet.
It was less abrasive than the other two, which, as you know me, were not too abrasive, though they were succinct.
I offered a phone interview in all of them.
I am so not going to Africa next summer.
because I am a dumbass.
i want to cry.
i want mathieu.
shit.
way to FUCK up
AGAIN.
sometimes, i wonder why I am… as i am.
*Love is…
forgiving yourself-
someday.