Boo

So Mike got turned down for the MA job. I'm so sad for him. I feel that he was totally lead on by the director since he personally called Mike several times to keep him updated on when they would be making a decision (blaming their Chicago office for taking so long) all the while telling him how much they enjoyed meeting him and what a great fit he would make. Um, wtf?

I don't know about you but I have never received personal phone calls telling me how fab I am before getting turned down. Whatevs. Way to get our hopes up you asshat. I'm livid on Mike's behalf. Anyways, he's totally discouraged which I'm finding very upsetting. It's also hard for my control-freak-self since this is something I just can't make better. No matter how many times I tell him how brilliant, funny, easy-to-get-along with, and wonderful he his it doesn't matter. Le sigh.

In other news I have scored some Ativan for our flight home. I pick up my prescription tomorrow and am considering doing a little test run at home. Apparently it relaxes you and makes you a bit sleepy which sounds like the perfect thing for my nerves. Unfortunately taking medication also gives me anxiety (if I read the list of side-effects I will inevitably start to feel them upon taking the meds), so we'll see how potent this stuff is.