Monday, May 24, 2010
One.
Guess I'm not going to have to worry about choosing between multiple offers. I don't know how I feel about that. I'm going to continue packing and cleaning out things here since I recently decided on a back-up plan which was moving to Parental Basement. I think I may feel something different if I get another rejection and have to seriously contemplate it, though.
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:( I'm frowning on your behalf, Sis. That said, all it takes is one offer, and I am crossing fingers and toes that you get good news soon!
Few people ever have the luxury of choosing among several offers ~ it happens, but it's pretty unusual. I'm keeping fingers and toes crossed for The One!
ditto to the above. consider all of my small digits tied up until you hear some good news!
I've only ever had one offer! I too am keeping my fingers crossed!!!
(((Sis)))
Oof. Sorry.
Aw, Sis. But seconding what MW said. Am full of hope.
Aw, sorry to hear it; I will henceforth think of it as a miserable job that will be a burden to whoever takes it. Good luck with the other one, and I hope they are nearly as punctual with news...
If you need cheering up, I saved the hilarious verification word for this comment as a jpeg.
I'm sorry, Sisyphus. I hope the next one the best ever!
Uggh. Estupidos.
Keeping fingers crossed for you.
What will happen to your cats if you become Basement Sisyphus?
Dame Eleanor, I will wear them around my neck like Marley's Ghost with his chains, clinking as I stalk through the basements of the young and foolish: dooon't goooooo to grad schoooool! Don't Goooooooo!
Sis - hahaha - cats on your neck! Don't go to grad school! Ha. Indeed.
Sorry that this one didn't work out. I am still rooting for you.
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