Doesn't Take Much Time for Plans to Go Wrong

A howl of pain from the Chronicle forums:

I didn't get the job. I cried so much last night that my eyes are still swollen. I have no other prospects. I went to the state employment agency yesterday, and the guy there directed me to a couple of $8/hour jobs, including one I applied for a few weeks back and failed the strength test. . . .

I'm going to take a few days and just sleep, play banjo, and drink beer. Then, I think, I will try again, but I don't know. I'm very sad, and kinda wish I could simply disappear.

God damn.