I'm "exceptional" but still suck

I got a very interesting rejection letter in the mail for a position I applied for. It said "While your qualifications are exceptional, we have decided to go with a different candidate".

So, I'm exceptional but still suck.

Interesting.

I wonder what kind of qualifications are "super exceptional" for that position. Geez.

Back to applying for jobs again! Wish me luck...

I wish I was a Morning Person

I really wish I was a morning person. There would be a ton of stuff I would do that I normally don't do now.
Waking up in the morning wouldn't be that much of a struggle if I looked forward to the morning sunshine.

I would become one of those people I dread seeing each morning on my way to work...you know those people. The early morning joggers. The "huffers and puffers" amongst the 6am morning dew. Damn them. I guess it would also help if I knew how to jog; or was in any physically fit manner to do so; but I digress.

Right now, I'm just lazy. I love sleeping in until 10-11am on the weekends and having my afternoon nap. Then on Sunday evening before my "Munday" morning at work, I wished I hadn't slept the weekend away as I didn't get a chance to do x, y, and z. I swear never to do it again, and repeat the cycle 6 days later.

So--for now anyhow--I shall continue to curse the huffers and puffers of the weekday mornings, and have pleasant dreams about joining them someday in the future.....

Where does it go?

My husband and I moved at the end of May. It was an ordeal and a half. Two months later, we're still wading through boxes. Needless to say, I'm never moving again.
I was going to write this long blog about how much insanity we went through; but decided not to. I have decided to embrace the challenges we had that day as "character building" exercises and let it go.
There was one part of the moving trip that I will share with you all; and that was when I found a dusty box at the back of my closet marked "Memory Box". I honestly had no idea what was in there; but I was very happy to have found it. Within in, I found a treasure trove of stuff from my past.
I found old pictures, baseball cards, autographs and trophies from my basketball glory days. I really should look into getting back into basketball; I remember having such a fun time playing the game.
I then stumbled across a pile of folded up pieces of paper. Truly puzzled, I started to open them up and found they were letters from my past 'loves'. I started reading them and felt a sting of nostalgia run through me. I was so in love back then with Tom/Dick/Harry. Little sweet nothings such as "I just wanted to drop you a note to say I was thinking about you all day", and "I can't believe I found someone as incredible as you" ran through these notes from Tom/Dick/Harry.
I smiled, I giggled, I sighed.
What happened to all that love I felt for Tom/Dick/Harry? I remember being crazy in love for Tom/Dick/Harry and now I'm married to someone who isn't Tom/Dick/Harry. What happened to all that energy, that passion, that drive? Does it transfer to someone else? Does it escape into the vast cosmos never to be seen again?
Perhaps I'm reading way too much into a small stack of papers found in the back of my closet. I guess I'm just trying to make sense of a senseless world .