anxiousAnd perhaps some people would have been able to go back to sleep, but after popping a couple Advil I could see that sleep wasn't going to happen for me.
I decided to be productive and "just for fun" research some museums and possible internship programs for after I graduate.
Now granted I'm a little fatigued from lack of sleep and just now feeling relief in my nether regions, but it was entirely disheartening and possibly a little soul sucking.
A vast majority of the internships are unpaid (including the Musée d'Orsay, I checked). Of the ones that are paid, most want enrollment in a Master's program. Some even require being a PhD candidate. And one I found that seemed PERFECT...the application deadline was January 17th.
Not to mention that it all started me panicking because I have a terrible resumé with no real world experience and only 2 decent personal references.
So now I'm seriously concerned that I'll never be able to find a job, either within my field or without and I'm going to be in debt up to my eyeballs.
I think this is the part in life where one sinks or swims. And I still don't know how to swim.
