quelquefois

When doors close, others open. CSIS is no longer in my plans this summer, but perhaps CFR will want me. I go to New York tomorrow to interview.

It had been three weeks of [mostly] sleepless nights. After hearing from the interviewers that I would be hearing from them within a week, I woke up every morning by 6 a.m. or 8 a.m. to check my Blackberry for any word from them. The thing is, after I’d wake up to find no messages, I would continue to wake up every fifteen to thirty minutes until it was time to get out of bed. Repeat every. single. day. for three weeks. I couldn’t sleep, even if I had just fallen asleep at 5 a.m.

Two and a half weeks later, I call and e-mail one of my interviewers. No response.

Three weeks later, I call another one of my interviewers. No response.

Three and a half weeks later, I get the e-mail. You know, the one that goes, “We are unable to offer you an internship position at this time.” The ones with the apologies: “Let me apologize for the inappropriate delay in getting this information back to you.” The ones with excuses for not being “successful in our efforts to require more room.”

Cross your fingers for me tomorrow…