Thursday, June 29, 2006

Pallets of Super Fudge Chunk are breathing a sigh of relief

Yesterday morning I was awoken at 8:30 by the ring of my cellphone. I was sleeping in because yesterday was the day of my job interview. Well, it was them. "We wanted to call and let you know that we have filled this position, so we don't need to interview you today." Bah! Oh well. At least I could stop stressing about how they were going to react to the news that I am pregnant. But it also means that I was dismissed solely on my merit...or lack of merit...or unimpressive amount of merit compared to whoever got hired. Boo.

Then I called the temp agency to follow up on the job they had for me. She was going to call the company to see if I can start a week later, since they wanted me to start the week I will be visiting mom. Well, the answer is no. Double Boo. Part of me wants to blame that one on being pregnant After all, it's just a temp job, what would they care? Oh, they would care. If you were them, would you let a pregnant woman have unfettered access to your product...and I was sooooo close.


Katy said...

oh nacho hang in there! it's so tough being unemployed. you can perhaps indulge a fantasy of opening a designer shop and selling your knitted wares to rich fabric mavens.

P-Diddy in Sin City said...

I think Katy is onto something. People pay A LOT for handmade stuff. Why not find a baby boutique in Burlington (alliteration, anyone?) and see about selling your things there? Worth a shot! Also, the custom college logos? People would go apeshit for that.