I jousted for another position here and lost again. Time to mull it over, pick apart my performance and qualifications, readjust my plans, consider other alternatives, and do a lot of deep thinking. The same day I found out I was not chosen for the job I was glad to see a message from the gods delivered in a fortune cookie from the desperation deli. It read: “The sun is new each day.” The gods can afford to be optimistic.
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