So once again, I have proven that I lack the social and business skills of a two-dollar whore.

[moon_custafer]

The trip out to the job interview proved to be well *over* two hour;. and to require buying an extra fare because it took me outside of the TTC's bailiwick and into that of York Region Transit. But still, I should've played along when I arrived, gone through the motions of an interview and trusted them to not hire me anyway. But for some reason all I could think was to admit to them that I couldn't see myself doing this trip twice a day and apologize for wasting their time. Then I called the temp agency and told them what I'd done. the agent did not sound at all happy ("didn't you look at the map?!" she asked) and I fear I may have ruined my chances of ever getting a job assignment from them again.

What's wrong with me?

I feel like my life has always been like this, but the lately the universe seems especially bent on teaching me that no matter how low I set my career expectations, (a) I cannot afford to slip up, and (b) I will always slip up.

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[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

Trouble is, the agency thinks (perhaps rightly) that I should have told them no the day before when they said the job was in Richmond Hill - but I'd managed a commute to Markham before. This turned out to be just a bit further.

It's just the whole "damn, I wish I could unsay that" aspect.