WAKE-UP Call

Mother, you know I do love you dearly.

But Mother Dear, even though I know you do it with the best of intentions because you're just concerned about me like any good parent,

please do not call me at 7:30 AM on a Sunday to spend 20 minutes telling me that I need to find a job (and yes, I know know know this) and then ask for the most recently updated copy of my C.V. to be sent to you as soon as possible.

(Isn't it hard enough turning it in to other people already?!)

Please. Please do not do that. My C.V. has not been updated recently, I haven't sent it again because I'm not satisfied and want to fix it again, and to be truly forward and honest, the pressure of finding a job by the end of this semester under all of school plus your weekly job search reminders makes me want to curl up every night in bed and whimper myself to sleep. Did I mention how much job-searching terrifies me? Then did I mention it again? My poor brain was up until 1:00 AM last night writing a paper on the Kangxi Emperor of the Qing Dynasty in 17th century China, and it just was not ready for this, and now it just burst a blood vessel, first thing this morning.

And it's not even 8:00 AM yet. On a Sunday.

My body machine is not even warmed up enough yet to go outside in the frigid cold and scream.

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Okay, breathe. I can do this. Breathe.
Just got to clean this blood leaking out of my ear first.