I’m still waiting to hear back from my job interview last Friday.

I left feeling like I pretty much had the job locked up and was halfway led to expect a verbal offer from them that afternoon. Here we are now, three days later on Monday afternoon, and I still haven’t heard from them. Now I’m not so sure. In fact, now my paranoid mind is going the other way with it.

And I’m sitting here waiting for the phone to ring. And so of course it’s ringing off the hook: telemarketers, the dentist’s office, the eye doctor’s office, Zoe’s friend calling to say “hi” from Hawaii, wrong numbers, voicemails from Beth about how to do laundry, etc. No lie: there have been sixteen calls today. Every single person with a telephone in the western hemisphere is calling me today — except the one I’ve been waiting for.

I hate prom.