ramblings of an aspiring marine biologist, lover of Jesus, amateaur photographer and general beach bum, ocean junkie, secondlife mermaid. All photographs from the Bahamas are mine, so please be respectful and give credit.

I didn’t get the job, by the way. I only had the interviw this morning and they told is this afternoon…not right now anyway, my colleague got it, but another position should opening in a couple of months and if it does its pretty much mine. I just wish they had waited a little while to tell us, because dinner with my team wouldn’t have been so unbearable.
I don’t even know why I’m upset. My feed back was great, they said there were no criticisms or negatives and there was no constriction, I couldn’t have done anything differently. He just had more experience, so it’s fair enough really.
They’re going to prepare me for when the position comes up again anyway, starting off with a first aid course.

So why then, after feeling like I did this morning and after all this, am I crying?

Why do I feel so crap?

Why do I hate who I am so much?

(i’m pretty sure this could partly be linked to that fact that I’m pretty sure I have SAD and the lack of Sun and heat is making me depressed)