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I feel horrible. Really, really horrible.

And it's not just the food poisoning.

I had a job interview and testing for a posh government job.

I got up, I dressed, I did hair and make-up, I ate and got to the bus on time.

The bus ran late, and I got in a little later that I wanted, but I knew my way around the maze that is Place du Portage and made it to the desk in time.

Then the desk sent me to another desk to set me up for testing, and once getting in touch with the person and being ushered into the test, I discovered I was in the wrong test, and then they sent me to another desk, who just sent me back to the first desk. All of this took about 20 minutes. By the time I made it to the desk, and the Commissionaire realized that I wasn't there for the clerk job, but for the project management job, he told me he was sorry, but it was too late to go in.

I did all the right things, and showed up on time, and studied and prepped for the first time since 2nd year University, and I got screwed out of the potential of a nice project management position because the guy behind the desk can't read and doesn't know how to do his job.

Fuck.

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Pebbles (my dog) needs to go to "dog school". She is presently having one hell of a time getting the squeaker toy to work. She refuses to bite it. She instead pushes it with her nose, like a circus seal. I needed that laugh.