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Well, it's 6pm on Monday, and... you guessed it! STILL no word on the job!

Honestly, today has been the last word in frustration. My natural paranoia is reading this silence as A Bad Thing, but then that's what I did last tme and I was wrong, and, for fuck's sake, I really deserve to get that bloody job! I think I did really well on Thursday, considering I was thrown in at the deep end. Plus they know I'm dependable since I've already been at the company ages.

Totally fucked off now, esp since after being told very plainly not to tell my Mum about the job (was pissed off enough that he was telling all of his family and our friends), stupid arse husband paid not a blind bit of notice to me and told her anyway. So there's a bit of extra pressure on me, then. Super.

In non-stressy news, am amused that my aff.net stories now have hit ratios in direct inversion to time spent posted. The third chappy of Chance Encounter seems to have gone down well.

But mostly I am PISSED OFF!

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