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Well, I've finally discovered what the problem is. The problem is mediabistro.com. Everyday I hunker down over that fucking thing like it's the goddamn Bible and read horrifying stories about people who've been looking for work for 9 months and just can't bring themselves to temp anymore. And seeing as how I was both born and reared with a worst-case-scenario outlook, I've decided to quit reading those goddamn things, because there are probably just as many people who took the publishing courses I'm going to take and got jobs a mere month out of the gate. And really, I BELONG in that world. It's in my blood. Well, not literally, seeing as I've got a registered nurse and a marketing consultant's genes to work with, but still. I think I've just realized that I can't always jump to the most grave conclusion, because it usually isn't going to happen. I mean, if I can use the word "troglodytic" in a cover letter, I think I can at least hold my own with the Wellesley trust fund kids. And they've been trapped in the hallowed halls of academia for the past few years anyway--do THEY know how to clear a paper jam? I doubt it.