Exasperation. That's what you need

With apologies to Roy Castle.

So (predictably) my phone call didn't go well. But then I spied another job. With another agency. And, shockingly, when I rang, they rang me back. And when I sent my CV across 10 minutes later I got a call suggesting some amendments. "Come in and see us and we'll talk about the interview"

I was dumbfounded. So off I went, with an unfamiliar feeling in my gut. I think it's called "hope".

That didn't last. The girl I went to see wasn't there. So I was passed from pillar to post, around the office, until someone drew the short straw. And then it dawned on me. "Here we go again". So I filled in their forms. I listened to the person who'd no idea about the job, who I was, or what I was talking about, (par for the course then) tell me "I'd" be in touch. (Presumably this refers to the collective "I" rather than her specifically)

For. Fuck. Sake. 

Foul mood? Yeah that just about covers it.