Bad News = Bad Mood

So I finally got the news. I will not be getting a second interview with Hospice Toronto.

To say that I am disappointed does not even begin to express how I feel. I got good feedback from the interview, but of course not quite good enough.

Do not call me with bullshit platitudes about how this was not “meant to be”, How something “better will come along”, do not remind me how poorly non-profit pays or how sucky non-profit culture is.

Do not tell me about how your cousin Bob has been unemployed for the past two years. I don’t care.

Do not tell me how good I have it, how grateful, I should be, and for the love of the gods, DO NOT SUGGEST I STAY IN RETAIL.

Don’t tell me what a great company Starbucks is to work for, and how much fun making Coffee is.

I don’t want to make coffee. I want to make money or I want to make a difference.

Either will do.

Am I in a bad mood?

Yes.

Normally I really try not to shit down the throats of people who have nothing to do with my bad mood, but I have discovered that no one else seems to do this. Why the fuck should I?

You. Have. Been. Warned.