La recherche du Lost Certainty

The middle of January, eighty cover letters, eighty cirriculum vitaes, eighty statements of purpose later. I sit here in a coffee shop having picked up Sophocles' Oedipus Rex in an attempt to forget that I have not been offered any job interviews yet. It is true that a couple have voiced interest- a telephone interview, being placed on a "long list". In the end, however, both decided to invite other candidates to campus, based on their current needs. "Based on their current needs" - the job search equivalent to "It isnt you, its me".