After winning my ebay auction, the world seemed to be a better place and I realized that either way I don't have a bad job situation. Even if I don't get the good job, I have a job where I have ample freedom and free time. I can sleep in and take an extra ten or fifteen minutes on my lunch break. I can spend the day watching ebay auctions and thinking of witty things to say on my blog.

Then, just as I was starting to think maybe it would be a real tragedy if I did get the job, I was reminded (by the owner of the cafe downstairs who pointed out the letters on my sweatshirt) that I went to UCLA. And the first phone call of the morning was from a tenant who was absolutely positive the night cleaning crew was going through their recycling boxes for newspaper coupons and wanted it too stop immediately. And now I'm right back to thinking I'm going to kill myself if I have to keep dealing with this kind of bs for much longer.