Well, yesterday was pure shitty day. Like major shitty day. Remember that job that I have had 8 interviews for and REALLY wanted to get...well, I didn't get it.
It sucks. I am unhappy. I made it to the top 2. He said it was a tough decision because we both were great. Well, guess the other person was GREATER than me.
I am sad. I cried. I was angry. I am just _______. I don't know. I tried really hard to not get excited about this job... but it was hard after 3 months of talking with them. The work I put into the presentation down the tubes. The time spent preparing for each interview, down the tubes. But it is what it is. Guess I just need to get over it. But I am sorry, it's not as easy done as said. But hell, onto the next opportunity. Looking forward to what else is out there to challenge me.
What made yesterday a bit bearable was that I had a massage date with Nikki and Alexa today. Talk about perfect timing. I got there ready for relaxation. Boy did I get it. My masseuse was great too. She applied the perfect pressure.
But let's talk about the not so great thing about getting a massage. Let's start with the boob smooshing. This of course applies to ladies who have big knockers like I do. When you lay stomach down, I feel like my boobs are getting a mammogram. No joke. My full size C breasts turn into patties... then into thin pancakes when the masseuse starts to work on my back. Why don't they have holes for boobs like they do for your face? It's logical. And would make us big knocker woman MUCH happier. And the boobies I am sure would love the breathing room.
Maybe I should invent the next generation massage table... with holes for boobies. They would probably sell like hot cakes! And then I can become rich and get free massages every day.
Hmmm.... I think I need to start planning this out.
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