I didn't get the third grade teaching job that I interviewed for at the boys' school. My friend, who has more experience than I do, didn't get it either. I'm still in shock. And alternating between confused, sad, mad, hurt, embarrassed, angry, frustrated, and seriously pissed off.
What's worse is, I can't drown my sorrows in alcohol or comfort food because I'm on this
Walked the dog for a mile. Walked/ran for an hour, 3.17 miles, on the treadmill and burned 378 calories. Then I watched Dancing with the Stars with Ten.
Then I ate five ginger snaps.
Hey, nobody's perfect.