I'm going to accept a co-op. I should be happy, right? I just can't muster a smile. After the work I did in the fall and the recognition I received in the winter, I really thought I had turned the corner in terms of becoming the designer I hope to be. I wasn't worried at all about finding a job.
Then...nothing. No calls. Two interviews - one failed (fuck phone interviews), one with no chance of a job. Other students are getting the jobs I want, and all that's left are fucking blow driers and a place in town that seems sketchier than Barry Bonds' hat size. I mean, these are the jobs that we make fun of and let the sophomores take. People always talk about cutting your teeth as a designer, but what drew me to UC was the fact that co-op replaces that. I paid my dues last quarter, and shouldn't have to again.
I know I'm whining when I shouldn't. I know I'm lucky to have an offer at all. But I felt like the next great thing was just over the horizon and I missed it. FAIL.