I received the following by email, only after I sent out an email this morning:
I’m sorry, ... , but another candidate was selected – thank you for inquiring.
What a trite, inconsiderate, hollow email. Was my candidacy not worth, at the very least, a personal phone call? I have a feeling had I not emailed the schmucks, I would still be sitting hear, wondering and hoping that I may have a job. Unprofessional assholes.
That's the second time I've been a so-called finalist and have been passed up. What the hell do you have to do to get a job around here? Pearl necklaces don't work, diamond hoop earrings don't work. Fuck it. Next interview, I'm going in wearing jeans, a hoodie, plaid Chucks and my hair back in a ponytail.
I'm am somewhere between a scream, punching a wall and curling up into the fetal position and crying until I choke on my own misery.
Dad said it's darkest before dawn.
Well it's pretty damn dark at the moment.