Dan's job was not the first one I applied to. I applied to a job while I was still writing. Never heard back. I applied for a Medical Physics job in Chicago. Never heard back. I applied for a Medical Physics job in Pittsburgh. Never heard back. I applied for an Applied Math job in Virginia. One e-mail, then poof! gone. And then I found a Medical Physics job in Richmond. It was perfect. They really needed someone with more coding and Physics experience than the medical stuff. Perfect! I asked for letters. My advisor sent his immediately. The people seemed interested. They asked for my other letters which Jake and Dan lovingly took about a month to send. After their letters things went quiet. I e-mailed the people at the new job and got a curt response. And that was the end of that. Dan's job was next. When I didn't get that one, or even hear from him I knew my career was over. I literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into that damn thesis. And yet I ruined my career before it was over. Only I could do something like that. Too bad ruining careers isn't lucrative.
(Title: Wishin' And Hopin', Dusty Springfield)
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