Jobbed

So, I didn't get the specialist position I applied for at The Job. No big loss, and, to be perfectly honest, I'm a bit relieved. After all, this is a technical job and it's one I'm not sure I wanted to jump into, sight unseen.
Still, when I found out Wednesday night, I was a bit miffed. The pay raise would have been useful, since I'm going to be losing a chunk of money when I start working days. Also, I swear that the application process was rigged. The self-assessment questions were geared specifically toward people who were already doing the job in a backup capacity. And I'm not even going to get into the fact I had to hack huge swathes of info from my resume to accommodate the application software's 3000 character limit.
Yeah, you read that right.
3000 characters.
Not words.
Characters.
Pheh.
Whatever.
I don't care.
In about a month, I'll be on days, working like a normal person for the first time in fifteen years. It should be a nice change of pace, not to have to be so damned responsible.
And I won't miss the phone pervs at all.
Still alive and pretty much resigned to being a file clerk. - G.