Way back a million years ago when I used to date, I NEVER sat by the phone waiting for some guy to call. Apparently, I've channeled that behavior into waiting for someone to call about the latest job I applied for. I am obessively checking my personal email and personal voice mail, hoping they've called. I need to give it a rest, but every 30-45 minutes, I convince myself that MAYBE they've contacted me since the last time I checked. So far, nada.
Confession #2: I was going to get a grilled chicken salad from Chik Fil A and ended up with a cheeseburger and fries from Wendy's. Oops.
Your turn.
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