I wrecked a rental car and a job interview.
I'm officially out of the running at that place now, so ... that happened.
I wanted that sentence to be all zeugma-like and stuff but my word choices don't quite work no matter how I tweak it.
I had a second, in my opinion, completely justified panic attack after marking up the edge of the car. That will affect my insurance. Whatever. I made it through all the steps and obstacles and back home so I'm not going to think about that any more. If I get a job somewhere and my insurance goes higher I'll pay it, and if I don't get a job and starve to death I won't care if the insurance goes up. Small price to pay for merging.
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I'm so sorry, Sisyphus. I hope things turn around for you and very soon.
Oh, no. I'm so sorry.
Shit. What a day. I'm sorry.
Oh,dear. Stuff like this does have a way of clustering. And then, at some (unfortunately unpredictable) point, all the plugging away pays off, and an opportunity opens up. May that point come soon.
P.S. your verification thingy insists that a turkey sandwich on a bun is a hamburger. At least this bodes well for us not being replaced by robo-graders anytime soon.
(adolescent whine): Oh man, that sucks.
(adult sympathy): Crap. Can we at least hope that this is the low point, and that from this will come success and happiness?
Awww, (((Sisyphus)))
Seconding hopes that this is the low point...
Sending you virtual hugs and good wishes.
I'm so sorry, Sis. Something good must be around the corner.
:(
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