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[rensong]

This afternoon, I got a phone call just before work. It was a local number that I didn't already have programed into my phone, so I assumed it was ShopKo calling back about the interview I had on Tuesday morning. I didn't answer, very much in the mindset "F*** this, I don't want to hear another rejection," let it go to voice mail, and vwala, instant bad mood (not that I was in the greatest mood to being with, but it sure didn't help). I, however, am awesome at the fake happy, so I put on a smile for my Parent-Child class (which is pretty great, actually, so at least the smile wasn't *entirely* fake by the end of class) and my co-workers, and then immediately after work I went to Target to pick up Avengers on DVD, figuring I would need the pick me up after listening to the voice mail. I was *convinced* of this, spewing all sorts of venom mentally at myself and my uselessness and how if I couldn't get a job at Shopko, who the hell else would want to hire me? - only with a *lot* more cussing.

After running out of stuff to do at home, putting it off as long as I really could, I finally listened to the voice mail...

...

They asked me back for a second interview on Saturday. Huh, go figure.