well, it came in the mail.
a folded postcard affair from wegmans.
(i had had a phone interview for a job in their seafood department just a week ago that i thought went quite well. i was namin' fish left and right, all the while being my witty bad self with great fish jokes sprinkled in for conversational levity.)
well anyway, the postcard was a very kind, almost pleasant, rejection.
"it is our decision that nothing is available at this time for which you are suited; however, we will keep your application on file for a year in the event something we believe to be a good match for you opens up."
but a rejection is a rejection no matter how spectacular the postcard.
i thought, what possibly went wrong? it couldn't have been that old joke about "there was a black sea bass, a red snapper and a whitefish in a net ..."? it's cute.
i even told the interviewer about cranelegs pond and how it's a great way to come to understand what kind of introspective, intelligent, mature person i am.
i went on to say i probably even wrote something about wegmans if she was curious.
that was very stupid of me.
what i wrote about my maturity and wegmans
i don't think i'll be hearing from them any time soon, or any time really late for that matter.