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Ah, end of th season blues and JOB HUNTHUNTHUNT

I love my dad. I'm having a much more spastic/abnormal freak out due to (yet again) not getting a job after five long months of poking and harassing and copy-pasting my resume and after sniffling and sounding very sad-panda on the phone, he admits to me (after an extended and very pragmatic discussion of my choices to stay here and make skimpy money or go home and truly be poor college kid), "I don't know WHY you're crying as much as you are."

Darling Father, I'm glad I'm not the only one. 

Poor Dads. Even after they've known their daughters for 19 years, there are still things about the female mind that confound them. Fortunately, there's a club.