Jun 19, 2009 13:54
Apparently, I was the number 2 choice. That doesn't make me feel better. I just know that unless this girl dies in a fire in the next week or so, I will never have the job. I can hope though.
I don't want to tell anyone though. Everyone is just going to give me useless platitudes like "don't worry, something better will come along." Honestly, no it won't. Something else might come along, but not a better job. That job would have been perfect for me. It suited my skill level, it suited my interests, and it suited my background. It was a job that I could wake up and be excited to go to because I cared about it.
Blah. Whatever. I just have to make it through 3 more hours of work without crying or screaming. My throat already aches with the effort of holding back both.
Fuck IU. Fuck Bloomington.
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