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Apr. 29th, 2009 04:54 pmFor a moment today, Lynda gave me serious false hope. As we passed each other on the way to and from the lounge, Lynda said to me "Congratulations."
"What on?"
"The new job! Or promotion, or whatever," she said, amazed I hadn't known what she meant.
"What, did I get it?" I hadn't yet checked my e-mails, so in that instant I really believed that maybe an e-mail had gone out to say I'd got the post I applied for last week.
No such luck. She was just assuming, baselessly, that I was going to get the post. Bilge rats.
My last interview - with an unnecessarily bad-tempered guy - took me right up to 2.28, but having had my hopes raised like that I couldn't rush off without checking my e-mails to see if there was any news for real. There was an e-mail from Recruitment to acknowledge that my application had been received, but that was it on the job front.
Down to the library to do my fantasy league team for this weekend and knock out a few e-mails till the 3.30 bus came.
"What on?"
"The new job! Or promotion, or whatever," she said, amazed I hadn't known what she meant.
"What, did I get it?" I hadn't yet checked my e-mails, so in that instant I really believed that maybe an e-mail had gone out to say I'd got the post I applied for last week.
No such luck. She was just assuming, baselessly, that I was going to get the post. Bilge rats.
My last interview - with an unnecessarily bad-tempered guy - took me right up to 2.28, but having had my hopes raised like that I couldn't rush off without checking my e-mails to see if there was any news for real. There was an e-mail from Recruitment to acknowledge that my application had been received, but that was it on the job front.
Down to the library to do my fantasy league team for this weekend and knock out a few e-mails till the 3.30 bus came.
