I want to be happy for them, and most of me IS happy. They have achieved something that we all are striving for. They are on their way to accomplishing their goals and it is refreshing to know that you can still get a job in this sucktastic economy.
But there is a small small almost minuscule part that goes a little green with envy and develops a very bitter feeling towards that person, the world, and self-admittedly, my own pathetic situation. And even though that tiny part is invisible to the eye, I feel it just as much as the rest of me that is happy and proud of that accomplishment.