Saturday, September 24, 2005

Pity Party

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.


shayera said...

aaaawww, i'm so bummed for you. i've been wondering and wondering what happened with the job.
at least you have the nice bf and the incredibles.
i'm watching the incredibles this minute myself.
here's hoping something even better comes along very soon.

Tara Marie said...

What a sucky thing, a form letter.

1. I'm sorry about the job.
2. Sulking is a middle child thing (my sister is a champ).
3. Love The Incredibles.
4. To cheer you up--The Yankees lost and Boston won, it pains me to type that.

Lilith Saintcrow said...

Glad it's cheering you up. I was afraid it totally sucked and you were trying to find a nice way to tell me, LOL.

Wait till you get to the "wrong f*&ing librarian!" bit. I can't wait to hear what you think...

Sorry you didn't get the job. *sad face*. I was really rootin' for ya, too.

Kate R said...

happy banned book week...

sorry about the job. blah.