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A sure sign your life is messed up: when you put iTunes on shuffle, and it plays a Backstreet Boys song, and suddenly you're having serious feelings about your life choices. Not in a meta way, either, like "I downloaded this in 2002 and what have I done since then"--feelings inspired by the actual song.

i will never be a grownup

Okay, so, quick rundown: I temped for four months at a nonprofit which among other things runs some charter schools and Head Start programs, in a small HR office so I got to know everyone a little but mostly talked with my supervisor, who is not the head of HR but was in charge of the temps. When I left, she encouraged me to apply for some teacher assistant positions listed on their website. I did so, but like a giant failure I put off emailing her to say "hi, [[name]]! Just letting you know I sent in those applications :)" or, you know, whatever.

ANYWAY, that was three weeks ago. The closing date for the position I applied for (the one I wanted most) was listed as July 31. I'm now going to fill out another online application for the other position, and send an email that basically says "Hi, just checking in to ask about the status of my application for thing, also to let you know I've also applied for thing2."

The question that is ruining my life is: do I send it to my supervisor, or to the general HR address? Factors:

1. She gave me her personal card, and she did tell me to email her when I applied to give them a heads up, which I meant to do but see above re: failure.

2. Her job doesn't actually involve direct access to "what's going on with Person X's application", she'd be asking someone else in the office and then telling me. At least I'm 90% sure of this. She's also not one of the hiring decision makers.

3. If I did email her, I could make it a little more personal--you know, "I hope everyone in the office is doing well," etc. Plus everyone in the HR office knew me at least a little, so it might be, IDK, peculiar for whoever read the "hr@companyname.org" account to get a super impersonal letter, but I cannot bear to be anything but ultra-formal when I don't know who I'm actually talking to.


So, people who are actually grownups: what do I do? Also how do I stop giving myself aneurysms over this kind of thing, but that is a question for the therapist who is getting paid exorbitantly to answer it.

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I'm going to be in NYC again from 9/18 to 9/24! I have five (possibly six) schools to tour and admissions departments to talk to, and hopefully I can spend part of the weekend seeing some family, but this leaves plenty of time for lunch, dinner, coffee, helping me drink this delicious cider I bought on my last visit before remembering it's carbonated and I'd have to drink it all in one go by myself. And so forth. Except the night of the 24th, because that's when I'm seeing Newsies again and therefore it is sacrosanct. Unless someone wanted to join me, of course.

We have a sofabed which I can offer to potential visitors, although 1.) the sofabed is fairly terrible, and 2.) I do have actual tasks to accomplish on this trip and therefore may not be the best hostess. But I could definitely make time if anyone was interested.