A Day Late

And a dollar short.

That's how the saying goes.  In some cases, it isn't always quite a day; sometimes it's two or three.  The concept sure seems to hold though.

As an illustration, I'll probably be going to work at Hutchinson when this school year is over.  I'm not particularly enthused about working there, but such is life.

Recently, though, I had a possible opportunity open up.  One of the guys I know on my RA staff got me a potential in with the company his mom works at.  The location was right (which was kinda huge), the company seemed interesting enough, and the manager I would be working for sounded like a great guy, so I was pretty excited about it.

Then I heard about the last three candidates who had applied for the job.  One didn't show to the interview.  One showed up wearing his pajamas.  One showed up, but his major wasn't even related to engineering.

Basically, if I showed up in a suit, I was in.  I applied right away that night, hopeful that I might have something lining up nicely.

A couple days later, I asked my RA buddy to see what the status of things were.  As it turned out, two days before I'd handed in my app, they'd finally someone else.

Sigh...

Seems that that's the story of this semester.  I can have what I don't want, and I can almost have what I'd actually like, but then I end up a day or two short.

I know it's probably not as bad as I feel like it is sometimes, and maybe I'm just complaining too much, but still, sometimes...

Sigh...