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I can not catch a fucking break to save my life. In the space of 3 days, my boyfriend informed me he is absolutely not in love with me anymore and that I really need to get out of his house as soon as possible (my original deadline was this Friday, 2 days from now, but then he calmed down), I got turned down for the job I had a second interview on, I did not get the other job I had an interview on, and the woman who was begging me to pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze come work for her weekends and start this weekend (with whom I accepted a position yesterday) informed me (today) that the line producer gave my terminal to a story producer, so there's no place for me to work there afterall. This is especially crushing as it was the last straw I had to cling to. It was the job that would at least keep my nose above water while I continued to hunt for a job and try to figure out what the fuck to do. Clearly, I have pissed the FUCK out of God, because He is hellbent for leather and not messin' around. Tennis, anyone? I'll be the ball. Katie copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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