shit

For the past year, I have been working a dead-end minimum wage job. Every day for that past year, I have watched as our financial situation got worse, as we fell further and further behind. In that time, I must have sent out serverl hundred resumes and filled out almost as many applications. Not one of them got me a call. That is, until a couple of weeks ago. I got called in for an interview. I thought the interview went well. I ignored my better judgement and let my hopes get up. They said they would make there decision today. All day today, I kept calling home to check the answering machine. Nothing.

It wouldn't have been my dream job. But it would have paid well. For once, Laura and I would have had a chance to not only pay our bills, but actually save some money, to get ahead for the first time since we got married. I let myself hope. I let myself think that maybe things might finally get better.

Stupid me.