Screwed again. I thought I

Screwed again. I thought I had until Tuesday to call them back, so I called Monday thinking I was playing it safe, but they’d given it to someone else on Sunday. I fucking hate people. All of them. If you’re a member of the human race and you’re reading right now, I probably would throw you a baleful glance if we were in the same room. Or, I’d at least think nasty thoughts about you. I’m probably thinking nasty thoughts about you right now.

After the job-search debacle and what I’ve learned here so far, I should know better than to let myself get excited about anything, ever. I just end up being disappointed and bitter later. You’d think I’d learn, eventually. Apparently this is not the case.