The Depths Of Despair

In the words of Anne of Green Gables, I am in the depths of despair.  

Last night I endured the job interview from hell.  I just knew from the second the phone rang, that it would go badly.  For starters, I was trying to play it a little cool, so I decided to let it ring twice - but Jean forgot the call would be for me and answered the phone before I did - so now I'm sure they think I live with my Grandma.  Oh well. 

Then the next surprise was that I wasn't just speaking with the Headteacher, no, I also had some Deputy or something on the phone.  And the line kept crackling so I missed every other word - which wasn't helped by the fact that these people had such strong accents that I thought I was on the set of Crocodile Dundee or something.

But the final straw was that I hadn't the foggiest what to say to some of their questions, and the whole thing went on for about an hour...!  It was pure hell...

You can write that one off for sure.  And seeing as no-one else has bothered even shortlisting me (and can I point out I don't think its because I'm crap, but because I'm not in the country), I am in the depths of despair...

Where's my Gilbert to pull me out of this misery?