Don't you hate it when someone says that? You immediately think the worse.. someone's died.. or something else equally horrible..
The other day, after fetching a few groceries, Hubby walks through the door and says "Bad news".. all terribly serious. My heart does a little flip flop. I am thinking holy crap what's happened? Do I really want to know..? I thought he'd had an accident, or ran over something fluffy...
Anyway, he then proceeds to tell me that the back passenger door of the car isn't locking.
I then calmly ask him if there is some way to disable the door handle until we can get the parts to fix it... he googles it and yes. There is. Crisis averted.
Bad news..? No. Just mildly inconvenient news.
So MY mildly inconvenient news is that I didn't get the job. It seems he wants someone who can walk in and magically do the job to his unrealistic standards without any instruction at all. Even though I did hit the 30 books and hour a couple of times, it appears that not doing it every time (again, I was still learning the ropes..) isn't good enough. Oh well..
At least he paid me in cash for my efforts. Lovely, tax-free cash..
Ah well.. back to the job hunt...