Oh, well.  I didn't get the job.  I got my letter earlier,  Dear ******, Thank you for applying, we're so impressed with all of our applicants, unfortunately, we can not offer you a job as a resident assistant at this time.  Better luck next time.

Oh well, I'll get over it.  Right?  I mean, it's not like I expected to get it, I blew my interview and my former boss gave me a three sentence letter of reccommendation.  Meh. 

Who wants to work for them, anyway?  Not me.  I can do so much better, blah, blah, blah....still sucks to get rejected.  Though I guess I should be used to it.  I'm rejected all the time.  In drama, in life, in love, everything.  It shouldn't hurt like this. 

Oh well.  I'll mope for a couple of days and then be fine.  Right?

My best friend and I are going out to celebrate tomorrow, he got the job.  Sometimes  I think life would be easier if I was a boy.