The title to this post is my middle sister's reaction to a dispirited email I sent to her this morning. It's a long story; and it involves a meeting with the Chief of the Climate Change unit in Policy here at the agency; my hopes and fears for the future; my inherent pessimism and cowardice when daring to dream.
The meeting went as well as to be expected when an intern out of the blue meets a busy important chief to beg for a job. I mean, he was polite. I really want to join his team. He said he'd let me know, and that in the meantime I should apply for JPO - a Junior Professional Officer, i.e. someone sent from a donor country, paid by that donor country (cheap labour for the agency, expensive for Sweden). The JPO prospect doesn't seem that appealing and naturally I just assume that I'm too underqualified for it(you know what they say about 'assume' - it makes an ass of u and me..).
He wasn't sure he had room for anyone else on his team but he would keep my resume on hand just in case.
I can't expect anything more so ... I can't think of anyway to finish that sentence, I'm too tired.
Ciao people
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