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*sigh* I didn't get the job...
I'm not surprised, but I sure am bummed as all hell. That, coupled with the trash my ex-boss told the unemployment adjudicator, I feel worthless. Simply lousy.
Overall, I had a great week, but I'm too negative to tell you about it right now. I have to spend $300 to repair my airbag sensor because a freaking bird is wedged up in the grill of my car. In the meantime, I am driving around without any airbags. A dead bird hanging out of my grill & crappy brakes. Sweeeet. Livin' dangerously.
The friendly, customer.service.driven folks at Heritage were nice enough inform me that in no way are airbags, regardless of what is wrong with them, covered by the extended 100,000 mile warranty. They did, however take two hours to come to this conclusion, charged me $75 and they left the dead bird there. Thanks. Awesome.

Hurry up and wait....

I had a fabulous interview on Tuesday, but I always seem to walk away saying that- only to later find out I didn't get the position. This position in particular is working for Eckerd Family Services in Rutland. I would be working with Department of Children and Families (DCF) with adoptive and foster families. After working with homeless, drug addicted, and abused teen moms at a small non-profit, I feel prepared to work with this population of families.
So, now I wait. Wait for the phone call that asks when I can start.... or a letter with an apology, so sincere but so full of bull-shit.... Or, my personal favorite- Nothing. Nothing at all. No e-mail, no letter- just left hanging. Well, didn't want that kind of job anyway, right? (Ugh. Yes Heather, tell yourself that.)
I know I made the right decision when I left my previous position, and I am positive that I was not meant to work at a Personal Assistant/House Manager/Nanny/ Fix-the-toilet kinda job. Here I am now, home on my couch, in my PJ's with my laptop. Waiting.
I have applied to many other positions, but thats where the frustration begins. First, you get the automated e-mail from some unknown address that 'thanks you for your interest. If you are qualified, someone will contact you'. Everyone wants a letter of reference- Well, listen folks- when I asked for a letter of reference from a co-worker, or other professional aquiantance, I didn't ask for 16 copies. I'm lucky if I get two. There has to be a better system- I hate asking for the letters from people! Or giving their number for a reference- oh well. Gotta do it. How else are the bills going to get paid?