I didn’t get the job. And for those of you not interested in clicking to the archived post, the salient sentences were these:

So the interview went well, I think; and, I in fact have a second interview at another company tomorrow. Could this be the end of our unemployed hero?

To which the answer is a resounding: NO. Despite the fact that I was given the impression that an offer was imminent, they apparently thought the better of it in the two weeks since then.

I know this will sound incredibly self-serving (though I suppose that this is my blog), and that I, almost without exception, never really say anything personal on here, but: I’m very depressed. I feel like no one wants me, that I’m not talented enough, and that I can’t get a job, any job, no matter how hard I try. I don’t even know of anyone who has been out of work as long as I have anymore. Suddenly, I’m the worst-case scenario that people that know me can use as an example at parties.

“Oh, you think that’s bad? I know this guy that’s been unemployed for over a year and a half! I don’t know, he just can’t seem to find a job.”

I’m not exactly sure what it is I’m being punished for, though to be honest I’m fairly sure that God has the wrong guy. I’m nice to people, considerate, helpful, and all the other parts of the Boy Scout Law. People tell me not to take it personally, but how can I not? They are, after all, rejecting me.

But I digress: punished by God. Has the wrong guy. Right.

I’m pretty sure He means to be throwing plagues at one of my many mistaken identities: David Cleanman, David Kilman, David Clemen, John Kleeman… or perhaps even Panelo Jack.

PS And don’t you dare say, ‘Well at least he still has his sense of humor’. Save it… send money instead.

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