Well. I had an e-mail informing me of the successful candidate that was hired for the EU project. Needless to say it wasn't me. That's fine though, honestly. I can't sort out my own, somewhat meagre finances so I would hate to think what colossal damage I would do with a budget of 1,3 million.
(Though, ever the optimist that I am- ending in jail would take care of many of my problems. I wouldn't have to worry about finding a job, I'd have all the meals catered for, I'd have a roof over my head without exorbitant rent to pay and something tells me I wouldn't have to worry about dry spells either: I'd be snapped up as someone's bitch in no time...)
But then I got a phone call from the NGO I was so excited about. And sure enough it was one of those Miss Universe pageant moments... I had great background, knowledge of the job itself, right qualifications yada yada yada. The decision was tough and they wish they had more resources to hire us all blah blah blah. But in the end they had to choose one and it wasn't me. The job went for someone with a foreign name and even more international experience and background in working with refugees.
I was gutted. absolutely devastated. I still am. I just couldn't understand it. I was supposed to have everything- I was supposed to be the whole package! I had the degrees, proven commitment to the NGOs values (as demonstrated through my volunteering with them), relevant work experience in their field... I even did an internship in this very job! But hah. Turned out so did every single one of the candidates they interviewed.
Did you hear that bang? That was my newly-found faith in Universe. It just keeled over and died.
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