My second interview for that position was 10 days ago. At that point, I was promised that it would be that Thursday or Friday that I would hear something, because the hiring manager was going on vacation the following Monday.
Of course, as you well know by now, Thursday and Friday passed without word, and I came crashing down to earth. Knowing that I had to endure at least another week before hearing something was crushing.
That week has passed, and the hiring manager is back from Walley World. And it starts again: "Have you heard anything yet?" My coworkers want me to have the job as much as I do, which ... speaks volumes for how much they'll miss me when I'm gone, I guess. Please. Go!
Good Boss called me this morning from home. "Have you got a phone call yet?"
Me: "Stop fucking with me."
Good Boss: "No, seriously, have you gotten it yet?"
Me: "No. Why? Should I be expecting one?"
Good Boss: "I don't know."
Me: "Come on, man. Stop fucking with me. Should I be expecting to get a phone call about the position today?"
Good Boss: "I don't know."
I don't know whether he was being coy or honestly didn't know. Whatever the case, it has artificially inflated my hopes again. And I waited by the phone all day, with no phone call to speak of at the end of it.
The world is an ass.
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