Originally Posted by CanwllCorfe

What a glorious day. I completely and totally forgot about my 10am interview at this amazing job. I woke up at 10:10, completely freaked out, and called immediately. She seemed ambivalent and not too bothered, but my mom kept saying how bad it looks because they obviously don't want someone working for them if they're going to be late. I knew this already, of course. So on the way there I just came up with an excuse that my stepdad used it when he has his own car (which he does), so I had to wait for him.

I got there, panicked, wondering what damage I'd done. She takes me in the room and says that the plant manager, who I guess I was supposed to talk to, left. He waited for me. He said, in her words, "I guess it's a no show?" I fell down in my seat. I felt worthless. She asked why I wanted the job so bad, and I said that I'd wanted a job like it for three years and that I don't have any money. I felt my lip starting to quiver.

She asked, "So is this car situation a problem?" And I said that I had money for a car, but I had to use it. I broke down crying, feeling like such an inept bastard. I couldn't make a 10am appointment. I'm living off birthday money. She said that the plant manager would definitely know that I needed a job after tonight, so I'm assuming she'll let him now how desperate I am. I can't believe I cried though.

I think it just hurt me so goddamn bad, because I know that such a situation makes me look like I don't care. Like I'm some shitty kid out of high school that doesn't take work seriously. I go to college an hour early, and am in class a half hour early. This isn't "normal" for me, and thanks to my wonderful short term memory, I shot myself in the foot. I'm not terribly worried though, because their turnover rate is ridiculous. People are always leaving and they constantly fire people for, coincidentally, attendance issues.

I was half tempted to call or e-mail, but I wouldn't even know what to say. The last time I cried in public was when I was in school and I was 12 years old. I was setting off those black snake fireworks at my house the day before, and I accidentally left a lighter in my jacket pocket. I was mortified. It didn't matter what I said, I broke a rule. It's that helpless feeling of being seen as someone you aren't. It gets to me.

Originally Posted by Circe

So it turns out that last night the girls in my circle of friends had a "sleepover" (that means a piss-up without any boys around) and for whatever reason they didn't invite me. I would just pass it off as an accident if I didn't find out afterwards from someone who wasn't invited that assumed I'd gone. It seems they all conspired to keep the whole thing a secret from me and the root of it appears to be that I've somehow severely pissed off the girl hosting it, to the point where she refuses to talk to me at all. So I've been partly ostracised by half of my best friends and have no idea why. Fun times.

Originally Posted by butthead aka 216

i havent i refuse to in fact. it triggers my ptsd from yrs ago when i thought my ex's anal beads were those edible candy necklaces

Originally Posted by Dr. Rez

Keep it in your pants scottie.