It's just funny to me that we "make the cut" or "make it through to the next round" almost like it's The Bachelor: "George, will you accept this rose?" But then, when you get the old heave ho, they don't bother to call you and talk to you one on one anymore. They completely forget that they now know you quite well, everything about you really, and are (albeit necessarily) rejecting who you are on a very personal level. Sure, they send you a cordial email and wish you well as you continue to look for a job, but it usually comes across a little bit like Darrell Hammond doing Donald Trump, "Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, you're fired!" Because they really aren't saying anything personal anymore or taking the time to really talk to you and help you think about how you could interview better or what you could work on that might make you a better pastoral candidate, or even affirming you and reminding you that you really are a well qualified applicant for reasons A, B, and C. It's just like, "Okay, we're done here."
And so, the really cool job in Colorado (or wherever else we have looked) has become just like Samantha Who? and Mismatch (from like 2003, and I'm still not over it!), cancelled right when I started getting excited about it. And the whole situation feels more and more like Lost where it's just like "what in the world is going on here?!" and moreover when this all ends will it even be remotely satisfying? Because this far in, and as frustrated as I am at this point, and as nonsensical as it all seems to be, it's going to have to be pretty amazingly awesome for me to feel like all of this was worth it. And that's just breaking even. I have no idea what it would take for me to be like "Totally worth it." Charlie coming back? Wait, I've lost the metaphor. But you know what I mean. And anyway, surely Charlie will be back, I hope just not as the suicidal drug addict from the premier. But-- what were we talking about? Oh yeah, "Pierce, you're a B."