Here We Go Again

So, I didn't get the thing. The job, the position. It was working for Chanel, and really, how fancy is this ass to work for a real designer? Not fancy enough, I'm afraid. Yeah, yeah, it wasn't really working FOR the designers at Chanel, but simply a brand ambassador. You know, the person who is able to whip out the Chanel facts, and sell you their story along with some sunglasses and direct you on how to buy $7k purses. I was ready, I studied a lot even though I wasn't sure I was going to get it. The longer I waited, the more sure I was that I might not.

I still think I would have been good at it. I give incredibly good phone. I always have, and hopefully always will. BUT, it apparently wasn't meant to be. I was supposed to know by Monday. Monday came and went, and that bill I had for the last echo, a total of $46 after insurance did their thing, but that bill I was sitting on because I just had this feeling. This feeling that once I did pay it, they would be calling me for the follow-up. ...