Slap me on the butt and call me Carnarvon.

6:17 PM

Okay, so I'm not being choked by
a mummy. I guess that's good.
Image from: "The Mummy's Curse"
I'm beginning to think that I am cursed.
No really.

I'm cursed.

Let me give you a little background on me.
I'm a geek. No, really. I have credentials. 

I have wanted to be involved in space exploration since I was 12. And my entire education/work experience has been geared towards this end. Here's were the geek certification comes in. I started out in chemistry, continued school and became a chemist/planetary scientist. I got to do a lot of cool stuff. (Although sometimes with not so cool people, but I may talk about that at a  later date.)

Part of that cool stuff was getting to work on a nanosatellite. But I was on the science team. As it turns out, I was much more interested in what the engineers were doing.

Well, crap. 

Do I have to go back to school now? I thought I was done!! Like... DONE done. 

*sigh*

So I went back to school. And that's where I have been for the last couple of years. And it has been great. No really! I really like what I do and I find it really interesting. But as far as my career goes, I am now back to square one. And that, my friends, is terrifying.

To add to the already terrifying prospect of starting over, in order to be involved in space exploration, you have to be employed at an aerospace company or NASA. In order to get employed at said companies, you generally have to have a co-op or internship there.

Here comes the cursed part. 

There have been a few positions that have been listed recently that I either have applied for or wanted to apply for. The kind of positions that make you all squidgy inside at the excitement at possibly working there.

Me on the outside: "Oh, where to I work?? Oh... you know.. *insert amazing aerospace company name here*. It's not big deal."
Me on the inside: "It's a HUGE deal! Can you believe I freaking work here?!?!? I mean, seriously. Dude. I do space stuff for a living!! They pay me to do space stuff. My life rocks."

The problem is, no matter what I do, there's always something that I have overlooked, something that gets thrown in the way where I trip on it, papers fly everywhere (I don't know why I have papers in hand, but it seems any time someone trips in a movie, they have a stack of papers), and I land smack dab right on my face.

  1. Wrong graduation date? No worries! I'll push my graduation back. All in the name of getting experience.
    Check! (But now missed deadline.)
  2. Deemed ineligible because I'm not a student? .... Wait, what?? WHAT?!?! (See blog And the Winner for University Bureaucracy Award Goes To...) Frantic running around trying to fix a bureaucracy snafu. (Thank goodness for a great advisor who fixed a lot of it for me.)
    Check! (But all of that had to be done before the close of the announcement - which wasn't done in time.)
  3. Now that all of the above has taken care of, it should be smooooooooth sailing. Go to apply for a position that came open during the frantic running around during situation #2, one that I really  wanted. REALLY wanted. Go to breeze through the application part of the process.

    Wait. The job listing isn't there? Why isn't it there?!?! The deadline was October 22nd! *checks calendar, phone, fitbit watch* It's the 13th!! Why did the announcement get taken down?! I can't apply for that job either?? 

Okay. I'm trying not to think that the universe is telling me something. But it sure feels like it. Really, with this kind of luck, I should make sure that my apartment is well stocked with cat food. You know, in case I die in a freak accident like getting swallowed by my sofa couch and suffocating, leaving my eyeballs exposed for the dining enjoyment of my two cats. People say my kittehs wouldn't do that sort of thing. But if I'm late getting out of bed to feed them in the morning, I wake up to both of them sitting perilously close to my head, staring at my eyeballs.

Maybe I should sleep with goggles on....

Anyway, I think I need to de-curse myself of this affliction. Any ideas on how??




P.S. In case anyone is wondering, Lord Carnarvon was the man who financed the discovery of Tutankhamen's tomb. The legend goes that anyone who had a hand in opening the tomb was cursed and died shortly thereafter. Highly doubtful, but since I'm feeling cursed myself, I feel a sort of kinship. :)



P.P.S.
Workout Accomplishments This Week:
Monday: 70 min cardio, N/A Weight Training
Tuesday: Sat on my butt
Wednesday: 68 min cardio, N/A Weight Training (See future blog post)

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