I did not get the receptionist job. I already knew I didn't, but...
Work was particularly stressful today. I got in an argument with a really nasty debtor, which actually only happens about once every six months. I wish life had an 'eject' button.
Before I even sat down this morning Work Mom stopped me and wordlessly asked if I had heard from the place I applied to. I shook my head and continued to my desk, but she kept at it. She tried to convince me to call them, follow up, be aggressive. I saw no point to it - until I had to deal with that damn debtor.
And so, around 4pm this afternoon, I called the place. I asked for the person who interviewed me. Instead I got the receptionist.
She asked me what this call was regarding, and as I started to tell her that I was following up on the receptionist job it occurred to me... oh, shit. Nevermind.
She told me she took the position yesterday. So that's cool.
Then, shortly after I made that phone call I smelled something awful downstairs. My four year old (who has been toilet trained for at least six months) failed to reach the bathroom in time. I had to clean up after her not once but twice - because she made an even bigger mess not twenty minutes later.
A little on the nose, eh, God?
I usually play this song when I'm pining away for a girl..but now I'm just pining away for an escape. Also, I usually play the original Smiths version but I'm feeling the Deftones cover right now.
I'm going to try very hard to comment on blogs tomorrow. Unless the universe wants to f*ck with me some more.