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not to think about Jarrod when I could avoid it, but sometimes, he just got stuck in the back of my h

he asked. "Where ha

few months ago, just for a couple of weeks. Then I was a temp at

t my honesty would set me up for something at least. I knew that it would be difficult for her t

hoping that something was going to change if I just kept my head down and kept working, ev

since your work at the

ound anymore, so I can't even giv

ast, the interviewer would hit me with one of those hard stares that would let me know that I was already out of th

when I thought about the way I had just spilled my whole life story to her, but I didn't want a

seemed to matter at all. She chatted to me warmly about the company, about everythin

oman who had conducted one of the interviews I'd been on over the l

felt a little sympathy for what I had been through with mine. Whatever it was, she seemed to take to me pretty well, and I f

ed to imply that the job was something close to simple. She asked about my communication skills, my comf

thought of having to head back out there on to the market to try my luck a little further. Job hunting, I had discovered, was abo

she told me once the interview

minutes of these things with total dread, ready and waiting to get out so I didn't have to worry about wearing these scratchy stockings or ill-f

replied at once, and I extended my hand

be hearing from us soon," she promised

"Thank you so much. I

n touch," s

with anything else that would make me look like even mor

and by the time I stepped out onto the street, I f

hear just how well I had done, but at least I was walking out of there feeling a hell of a lot lighter than I had on the way in. That had to count for something