Unlike against a static paper target, a missed shot still has an effect on an enemy human being. Well, didn't get the job in Kosovo. I checked last week and the opening wasn't posted on the company's site anymore, and since they haven't gotten in touch with me, it's a safe bet that the job went to someone else. It's whatever, I've no doubt there were better candidates. Yeah, I've got three years total of security experience, but I haven't been armed for a year of it yet, so maybe I'll have better luck after May. This was a nice little learning experience, though, as I'm now getting a feel for the entire application process and all of the background checking that comes with being a contractor to the federal government, especially when they're trusting you with guns.

It's kinda weird being college-age and having a Monday-Friday job, because hardly anyone else does and that makes it a pain in the ass to get everyone together to hang out. It's always that some of us are working, or we need to go to sleep so we're not dead tired for work the next day, and we can all see each other when the stars are perfectly aligned. Normal friends at least talk in the meantime, but I'm one of those strong, silent types who doesn't really say much in person, much less through text or internet. Hell, have a look at my account activity. Today was just one of those anomaly days where I felt like making myself speak up. It's kinda why I always want the night shift, the solitary job post, or the job far away: if I take it, it frees a more social person to be, well, social. Can't say I really hate the silence, though. Sometimes there's just too much noise in the world.