My job broke up with me Tuesday night. Things seemed to be going great; we were getting along just fine, learning interesting things about one another, really enjoying keeping company together, and then, out of the blue, BANG! You don't have the pedigree or the credentials needed for permanent placement, and there's no point in raising false hopes on either side when the right man might be just an interview away. Don't come back after Wednesday.
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So here I am in an internet cafe, updating my resume, trying to figure out a way to fool the next job into accepting me as a crack financial analyst without an accounting or finance degree. It's not like I wasn't doing the job; it's not like I wasn't fully capable of satisfying the requirements and the needs; it wasn't like I didn't love the work, or the work didn't love me. Oh, cruel fate!