my take on it

*WARNING*
-- General whining and bitching about to commence --
As well as I thought the interview went, Citadel apparently felt differently. I mean, I answered all of your stupid questions -- and I answered them well! Geez! Brian is under the impression that it was never really about the interview, but rather how I appeared "on paper." Meaning... I'm not an engineer. Big, f*cking deal. I know I wanted that job more than anyone else there and I KNOW I would've outperformed many of them. So f*ck that. They can kiss my ass as it's their loss.
-- End whining and bitching --
So I've moved on. I mean, if it wasn't meant to be, then it wasn't meant to be. I think everything happens for a reason, even if it's a naive idea. Hell... Princeton was my first choice school. I probably would've been miserable out there. I'm so relieved that in the end I came to Berkeley. So I just have to view these as similar events. So I didn't get my first choice job. That's okay. I know that when I do find something that fits, it's going to be something fabulous and I'll be so glad I didn't end up in Chicago.