Email to Pito

Well, about an hour after that last email I sent to you, one of the associates came down to tell us that the case had settled, which of course meant that the project was over. And then last week I got the email that my score was not high enough on the FSOT. I was surprised, but not shocked: the competition is much higher with so many people flocking to recession-proof government jobs. I'm not sure if I'll even bother to request the score breakdown, but I imagine it was my honesty on the biographical section (e.g., I don't volunteer, I don't usually stay late at work, I haven't taken courses to improve my skills) that brought down my score just low enough. Oh well. I'm not too disappointed because I was lukewarm about the idea when I really let myself think about it; the effect on the future of my personal life was a real consideration weighing against the idea. Getting pinkeye a couple nights ago has kept me from going out at all, including to the gym. So I'm trying to clean my apartment, which I'm convinced I'm allergic to, with all the cat hair, mold, etc. Everything else is pretty good, though, so despite the vague depression of being home all the time, it's all good in the hood.