Things Aren't Always Sunny in Vutopia

I didn't get the job.
My dad is having emergency back surgery in about 2 hours.
All I want to do is go home and crawl into bed, but I have to stay at work 'til 5.
Trying not to cry in the office is making my head hurt.

Comments

  1. em nadim12:40 PM

    I hope your dad recovers quickly.

    Too bad about the job, but you made it really far.. so that's a good thing. It was just some bad luck.

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  2. Tomokito12:57 PM

    I'm with Bala Wala Shi. There will be a better opportunity coming. It's their loss. And I hope your dad will get well soon.

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  3. Anonymous1:00 PM

    Vuboq,

    I'm sorry about the job :(

    Please consider reading the following book for your dad: The Mindbody Prescription, by John Sarno.

    -mathgirl

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  4. aunt sassy1:10 PM

    sorry to hear about your dad and the job.. sending good vibes your way. *hugs*

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  5. Eight Lives Left1:16 PM

    Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear both those things. I do believe the job thing will work out and I'm thinking good thoughts for your dad.

    Sassy

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  6. Anonymous2:05 PM

    F***** them at that job
    Concentrate on your Dad now, that's what is important

    Philly

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  7. Brad2:05 PM

    Smoochies, babe.

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  8. Mel5:38 PM

    Crap.

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  9. Clio Bluestocking7:46 PM

    That sucks. Squared.

    Big hug. Squared.

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  10. Cooper7:58 PM

    Oh, shit! I'm so sorry.

    *huge hugs*

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  11. Earl Cootie8:23 PM

    Mega-hug.

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  12. Java9:47 PM

    Oh, I'm sorry you didn't get the job. :( I've been rooting for you. What a huge disappointment.

    I'll be praying for your dad. Please give us updates on his condition.

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  13. dykewife10:08 PM

    i'm sorry about your dad. i hope he recovers quickly.

    sucks about the job. maybe this is a sign that you need to go back and get your phd. or a sign that something even greater is coming your way. i'll keep on sending reiki for that.

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  14. country mouse11:42 PM

    Why is your dad's surgery an ER and what kind of surgery is it (if that's not asking too much--seeing how we're so close and all : ) Please do update us.

    Sucks about the job! Suspend alcohol free April for one evening. It's time for a cocktail!

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  15. pacalaga12:55 AM

    Oh no, oh no!
    Healing vibes to your dad.
    So, clearly those job losers were not worthy of you, and there must be something better coming. XOXO Sorry, dude, I know you really wanted it. :-(

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  16. ShallowGal7:50 AM

    (((VUBOQ and Dad)))) (those are cyber hugs, I think) I'll keep him in my thoughts.

    About the job, fuck 'em. You'll get something better. When it rains it pours. xoxo, SG

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  17. GayProf11:24 AM

    Sorry to hear about your father. I hope he has a speedy recovery.

    The right job will come along.

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  18. Anonymous10:36 PM

    I'm sorry about the job. And about your dad!

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  19. Anonymous5:24 AM

    aww, you have had your share of disappointments this week.

    sending good karma to your dad.

    and sending bad karma to those f-heads who wouldn't hire you.

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  20. CT3:53 AM

    *hugs*

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