Ok, the universe is trying to tell me something... "UP YOURS"! At the interview yesterday, he told me that it really came down to two of us, and he'd call the person he wanted to offer the job to today. Well, I was here all day, and the fucking phone never rang! So, I guess I'm supposed to take some comfort in the fact that I'm second best. I wish they wouldn't get my fucking hopes up if they're not certain that I'm going to get the job. I just want to cry. Kevin, my neighbor's son, came over to help getting the house ready to paint, and asked if I'd heard from any of the schools I've interviewed with. I told him no, and sang a few bars of "Loser". He looked at me, all serious, and said, "You're not the loser. They're losers if they don't hire you". (This is the moment you say "AWWWW"). I told you, he's a great kid. Job hunting is, next to allowing myself to be set up on a blind date, the most degrading thing I will ever do. I just thank God I don't have kids: how could I tell them it's important to get a college education, when I was able to find work much more easily before I got one? Now, I can't even get a job at the gas station! I need chocolate.