Philosophical Procrastination

Well, I'm in the middle of putting together a job application for teaching up at the local community college. I've passed through the first phase, where a computer checks to see that I really went to graduate school and studied some appropriate classes, and now it's time to write a few things and hope that they like me. Oh, what is it about looking for a job that sends me on a one-way trip to Panic City!?! I suppose if I didn't care so much about getting this job, I wouldn't freak like I do. Or overthink my life to try to plan out other acceptable ways to make some moola and get the heck outta my parents' house. (Which by the way is so nice....I'm often shocked.) Oh, heartburn, up yours!