Perhaps I was hasty.

[centerspire]

So, apparently, the job is not mine...I have to go on ANOTHER interview. I asked the girl that called what kind of interview it was, and why I had to go through another interview, when I'd already been through one and one over the phone, but she wouldn't spill. I guess I did the happy dance too early. Now, I have to anguish until Friday...then do well at the interview...then wait for word...

Wah.

Of course, none of this helped my heinous day at work.