Right now I'm vaccillating between:
A) Blow up building (tempting but self-destructive)
B) Blubbing and eating 3kg of chocolate (see above)
C) Sending a cheeky email saying, "You have my CV and are the one who judges whether I'm suitable. Why don't -you- contact -me- when something comes up"
D) Going back to dagging sheep (damn hard work but better money than what I'm getting now
Trying to be philosophical. Their loss, right? But I -so- wanted that job. And no, the fact that I'm helping people isn't enough any more. I want to be paid what I'm worth.