My interview that I lost my restaurant gig over on Monday was supposed to call me by Wednesday. It's 2:57 p.m. the day before Christmas Eve. I doubt anyone is still in the office, or that I'll be receiving a phone call. Why did I swear off smoking (again) yesterday?
My stomach is tied in knots and my heart is pounding. This job could have really put life back in order for me. Plus, I thought the interview had gone REALLY well. Ugh, I feel awful. And disheartened. And frustrated. And blue. Merry effing Christmas.
I got stood up in college and I told the motherfucker off the next time he called me. i don't think that approach is going to work. And I might not get the chance. Oh hell, what to do now? My persistence is wearing thin.