I really thought I had gotten over the hump yesterday. I had a kick ass interview and they want to see me back for a second round. The job, the company, the money, the location...it would all be great for me. A (young) guy I met while volunteering went out of his way to contact me (and you know how much I love male attention).
Things were looking up.
Then, once again, the shit hit the fan. It seems to happen way too often lately. I should be absolutely covered in splattered poo by now.
Today I saw, with my own eyes, a complete betrayl of my trust. Someone who I thought had been my friend, my true blue, and a constant, has actually been playing me all along.
To say that I am confused is an understatement. I don't know what to believe, or what pieces of the truth were told to me. It's a complete mind fuck, and I want OUT.
And yes, you guessed it, it has to do with my increasingly dysfunctional, soap opera-esque J-O-B.