Well, as usual, when I put my life in the hands of others, they disappoint me. After going on a few interviews in the last couple of weeks, I actually had a call back of sorts with one company. The director told me that they would let me know by the end of the (this) week. Here I am a week later and down to a pittance in my bank account and still no word from them. I don't want to call because then I would likely lose the mirage of a possibility of a job and then I would likely spend Christmas playing Edward Jaeger Hands (instead of 40s, using Jaeger bottles), cutting myself, and watching vomit porn until I pass out. This, of course, would be pretty awkward because my girlfriend's 13 year old brother and their mom will be here.
So have yourself a merry fucking Christmas and remember: if you see those Salvation Army Bell Ringers do not, under ANY circumstances, make eye contact.
Cheers.
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