Well poop on a stick. I didn't get the job.
I didn't even get a crummy phone call. I got a crummy letter. Many qualified applicants, hard decision, someone who meets our current needs, blah blah blah blah blah.
So I sulked. I'm a champion sulker. I have a theory that this trait is genetically engineered into all middle children actually.
Wallow, wallow, wallow. Sulk, sulk, sulk.
But hey, this is good news for those of you who read my blog for library stories. I would have had no new library stories to tell if I took a job where I didn't deal with the public day in and day out.
The Boyfriend has been trying to cheer me up. It was chinese for dinner and The Incredibles on cable. And Lilith is cheering me up too - although indirectly. What better way to deal with disappointment than to read a manuscript about an underappreciated librarian who becomes a demon hunter?
See, I'm feeling better already.