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So, I got a call about an hour ago by a company looking to bring me in for an interview. Of course, just as I'm about to get a phone number so I can call them back from a private location, the cell phone drops the fucking call. So I run outside as fast as possible, anticipating their return call. After about 10 minutes, I call 411 to get in touch with them. Fucking 411 connects me to a goddamn fax line. So I call the office to get my one boss whom is helping me find a new job to give me their correct phone number, but he can't really talk about it because my other asshole boss is standing right in front of him. I finally get the phone number from him, call them back, and the lady is on the other line, so I left a message with her receptionist. Still haven't heard back from her again.
For fuck's sake, after everything that's been going on in my life lately, if I miss out of a job opportunity because my goddamn cell phone dropped a call, I am going to fucking lose it!!! (For the record, Verizon is my provider.) :mad: :argh: :wtf: :mad: :nuke: :banghead: :banghead: :rant: :nuke: :nuke: :argh: :argh: :wtf: :mad: :mad: :mad:
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