Remember the post a couple of entries below about setting sail and all that? Well that ship has sunk. I didn't get accepted to the job I terribly wanted, and before I go in a long, whiny, depressed, shotgun-to-the-head woe-is-me speech, I will say: I'm over it, you sick bastards. (Not you, my beloved readers, them, with their terse, and succinct rejection letters).
Pardon my French, just had to say that out. See, all better!
4 years ago
2 talkbacks:
ouch.
*hugs*
good to know you're over it.
that's always good.
I forgot to note that it was (ouch, was, not is) a KL-based job. Tsk!
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