Some days I miss the leisure of unemployment. I don’t miss the emotional ups and downs of getting excited for an interview, only to be let down later when I inevitably heard the words “They loved everything about you, but.” I interviewed for positions which would have been a huge step down, and others where I was told that I was perfect for a completely different position, but they weren’t hiring for it yet. And so I cried. More than once. Sometimes I cried and Justin would offer to take me out to dinner. Sometimes he brought me flowers. And every time he gave me his shoulder to cry on and told me that these companies were missing out, and I didn’t want to work for them anyway. And he was always right.