Close But No F***ing Cigar

At the moment I feel like cursing up a storm and I know that in a few minutes, perhaps hour, I'll feel pretty damn down. I didn't get the job.

Three interviews, writing test and being a finalist but I was once again passed up. What hurts is that I don't know what else I could have done, other than standing on my head and doing a tap dance with my hands. SHIT! BALLS! PISS! FUCK!!!!

Sigh... I still don't feel better.