Am I not wanted?

I had already begun getting a headache as the class rolled on tonight. Nothing to do with the lecturer, who is fantastic, but I guess just the combination of work and class for the fourth night in a row was getting to me.

I walked with Albert after class and told him about how I had started looking for new chambers as DC's one "apparently" didn't get my papers, even though DC had told the clerk about me. Albert instantly said they were making up excuses as to not to take me.

That hit me hard.

I had never thought about that. But it did make sense. I mean, it could make sense.

Wow. Now I am hurt. And depressed.