Last week I went through a severe bout of self-humiliation and bad luck.
I got the job.
The dude hired me.
I'm not going to say what company, as that would screw it up and get me fired. But it's really really good. Big stuff.
I didn't say anything until today, after I worked there a few days. I didn't want to jinx it by talking about it, before I was sure he wouldn't tell me it was all a big joke to get even for all the drama I caused. But I have a desk and a parking pass and I filled out tax info and everything. Today, when I yelled at the guy sitting next to me for making Chewbacca noises, I realized I felt secure that I wasn't going anywhere. Finally.
I haven't had a real job in a long time. Years. But I heard about that whole "job" thing, and I figured I'd give it a shot. Just kidding, I'm broke, I had to. And I didn't want to become so desperate for money that I'll do a Challenge.
All those interviews that went so well, and bupkus. The one I ruin, and it all works out. Funny.