So I didn’t get that job I interviewed for a few weeks ago. Well, that’s not one hundred percent true -- it looks
like I didn’t get it. Through the grapevine
back where I used to work, I found out that they offered it to someone, but that person never responded to them. Which is why I never got any notice of my rejection.
“Maybe you’re an alternate,” Pantaliamon optimistically suggests to me. Yeah, maybe. But I’m a pessimist, a cynic, a glass-is-half-empty kind of guy. I also suffer from a huge case of pride and ego -- I don’t know I’d even accept it if I was the alternate pick. I’ve never liked being number two -- I prefer to be number one. Fuck number two.
I really wanted that job. There is a bright side, though -- at least I have a job. That’s the bright side. At least I’m not unemployed in this economy. I know that a lot of people are jobless, so I shouldn’t be depressed that I didn’t get a job I really wanted when I already have one. There are worse positions to be in.
But I’m selfish. So please excuse me while I seethe for a moment.