Last week, my high school bio teacher and I reconnected on Facebook. With her JewFro and dirty jokes, this woman was the highlight of most of my tween days. Reconnecting with her, however, has led to some uncomfortable finagling. In our inevitable Facebook correspondence comes the usual nightmare: “What are you up to?”
How do you tell the person who wrote your college recs promising your neverending success that, um, you’re actually kind of a failure and sort of unemployed right now? That despite your straight A’s and years of internships, you are a few months’ rent away from being your roommate’s house servant?
I was still deciding between euphemism 1 (exploring my varied career interests) or euphemism 2 (finding myself), when I mentioned this blog.
Now if only I had a paycheck to validate my self-worth…