1. Well, in spite of all the digits that were being crossed and all the good wishes that were sent, the bastards declined even to interview me for this job. Their loss. Anyone who wants to continue keeping their fingers crossed that I find a job which doesn't make me wear a uniform or ask permission to go to the washroom, please feel free.

Bastards! And it *is* their loss. Look at it this way: They're obviously so stupid, working for them would have been like working for Falsone. *g*