If you want to make me angry...

I am a very calm person. I hardly ever over-react and I believe it takes quite a bit to actually get under my skin, unless your my..ahem, husband.
But, someone elese has managed to really irritate me.
I had an interview last friday for a job.
I was told on the phone that over 80 people applied for this job and at that point, I knew I had to get my shit together and impress whoever this interviewer was. Unfortunately, it was a female. I think men are so much easier to impress, lol. As soon as I knew it was a woman, I realized I would be judged on my clothing and apperance rather than my personality and work experience.
Well,
she was young and of course, beautiful, and her left ring finger held the biggest damn diamond I have seen out of a magazine and I normally don't even notice jewlery, because..honestly, I'm not impressed by gems, but this thing was..pretty damn impressive.
She gives me this all-knowing smile and walks me back to her office. I wasn't nervous at all, I have had over 15 interivews in my life and canot once remember getting nervous. Instead of the normal "tell me about yourself" crap, she says:
"you're going to think Im crazy, but I know you."
and at this point, I'm like"oh, shit.." my mind starts wandering and I am starting to feel a little panicky.
So, she goes on to tell me she knows me from 5th grade, apparently we went to school together for one year. It was the year after my mother left her second husband and she decided to move into this A-frame house in the middle of a damn campground, in the middle of nowwhere, ohio and..it wasn't one of my best years. It was filled with the effects of my mother's mid-life crisis seeping through into my pre-teenage years, while I attempted to be "the new kid in school". I couldn't begin to imagine what this girl knows of me.
But, it ended up going really well. She also knew a few friends of mine in the dental field, and we had a few things in common, like the fact that I use to work at the same office as her finance'. Well, she's engaged to a dentist and I am married to an unemployed, beer-guzziling, baby factory. But, still...we had a few things in common.
During the interview she basically talks about the position like I already have it and Im thinking, sweet..done deal, it's in the bag. And then forty mintues of complete bullshit talking later, she says, "I have a few more interviews, I'll call you on wed."
WHAT?
I have never not gotten the job right then and there. What went wrong? I try not to freak out and I patiently wait untill wed. But, wed.comes and goes and still no call.
This is so weird, I think. She must be buzy, I tell yself and then I spend my time imagining her attempting to call and offer me the job, but she's just so busy, she can't. She'll call on thursday, I tell myself.
But, by 3:00 on thurs. I haven't heard anything, so I call. I figure, it will look like inititive, right? Her sweet, little secratary tells me she is on the other line and will call back. I wait. I wait. I wait.
No call on thursday.
I decide she must not feel well, had to leave early and feels horrible for the way she is just letting me sit here, waiting. And I am actually starting to feel bad for her, because..I could decide to take another offer at any time, except..there IS no other offer.
Friday turns into the longest, slowest day possible where I find myself full of anxiety and self-doubt.
FUCK IT.
I'm calling again.
And this time I don't care if she thinks Im desperate, I need to know what the deal is.
I was told she would call me back and of course,
that still hasn't happened.

Friday night around dinner time, the acceptance flooded my body and I realized not only did I not get the job, but this young, immature bitch cannot handle telling me I didn't get it, simply because..we somehow know eachother.
Look, wrench..if you cannot handle this small part of your meaningless little office manager position, you should step down.
Who takes these things personal? NOt me! Possibly she doesn't know that, but it shouldn't matter. It is a respect matter. If you say you are going to do something, you do it. This isn't a phone call situation between friends, where one forgot to call. NO! THis is my life on the line and my career plans and the possible income for my family of 5, who has no income.
And you know what?
I squeezed my fat-ass in those damn size 5 pants for that meeting and then sat there sucking my belly in until I thought I would pass out once you admitted you somehow knew me.
and you aren't going to give me the job?


I don' t even want the damn job. I can find something better. Screw it.
Thanks for playing.

Damn, I'm bitter.