Denied

"Psych!!"

I feel like someone just pulled the rug out from under my feet.  I didn’t fall on my ass, and the rug only moved to the other room, but I’m still sitting here, mourning the removal of the rug.

TRANSLATION:

I was supposed to have an interview today right after work at a doctor’s office that I guess I sent me resume off to through CB.  They called me on Wednesday and wanted me to come in today.  I went out imediately and got a summer-weather interview outfit, redid my nails, got some decent makeup to hide the stress-zits that have been erupting on my face the last few weeks, and got up ON TIME this morning so I could get everything ready and get as much put on as possible without giving anything away at work.

I called Jon on my break to get the address of the place, since that was the ONE thing I forgot, and we chatted a while about how exciting this was, yadda yadda yadda.  I walk upstairs, hang up with Jon, and 10 SECONDS later my celly rings again.  It’s the doctor’s office calling to say that the doctor has to leave to go out of town AT 2 o’clock, can I come in around 1:30 instead?  (note, i’m still at work, and i don’t get out ’til 2 in the first place, which is why i scheduled for 2:30!!!)  So I told them no, and we rescheduled for Monday at 2:30 instead.  And, here I am, sitting in the middle of a giant ball of  "But … but … that’s so not FAIR!!"

And I have to do it all again on Monday.

argh ….