Divisions and Precisions

Is it time to panic yet?

Well, I didn't get the job I interviewed for on campus yesterday. I pretty much knew I didn't after the interview. The guy didn't like me. The "interview" was about five minutes long, and he couldn't get away from me fast enough. I'm tempted to believe it was because I'm fat, but of course, I can't prove it.

I'm seriously stressed about money right now. I'm really considering selling my car for the money. The only things keeping me back are the hope that I'll get a decent job at the last possible second (which it almost is), the knowledge that it's a short-term fix at best, and the fact that once it's gone, it's gone, and I'll be carless until graduation. I'm frustrated and I'm scared, and I'm getting more discouraged every day--when I think about it. I'm trying not to think about it.