I got the blues. I’m pretty sure I didn’t get the job I went after in Eugene, Oregon. It’s been more than a week and as they wanted to move fast, I’m pretty sure they would have called. Poop!
I hate losing. I really do. It just frosts my cake (not in a good way). I guess I’ll just cool my heels for a while and see what happens. It could be a lot worse I guess. My job is okay, although I want to be in charge.
It’s just that I prepared my tail off for this thing. I’m talking hours of research, hours of rehearsals, and hours of flying in cramped airlines. Not to mention burning four days vacation.
I didn’t get much sleep last night; the thumb in my mouth was very distracting.