I have four days left before I am officially a statistic.

FOUR DAYS.

There’s a bit of the surreal here, as in, I know on an intellectual level I’m losing my job, but at the same time, it doesn’t feel real.

And frankly, I’m sick and tired of the “we appreciate you applying, but we hired someone else” emails I’ve been getting.

On the one hand, thanks for letting me know. On the other, fuck you. I get it’s not a personal rejection but damn, it sure feels like it is.

Maybe I will start working on my novel. At least the rejection letters would be better written.