h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well, day 2 of h2g2 journal entries, and a stressful day all told. Wednesday (pre h2g2 registration) saw a vain attempt to re-enter the job market after three years as a mature student. With final exams coming up in less than a month I thought it about time that I tried to rejoin the real world and get one of those job things. One very stressful interview later and the whole idea seemed to be rather a bad one. This was compounded today, as I had been assured that interview decision time was 3:30 this afternoon. I duly informed my wife, my parents and most other people who were, or appeared to be, interested that I would be able to let them know of my success or otherwise by 4:00 at the latest.
As the crucial time neared my perspiration glands went into overdrive and I soon had complaints from the flat below me who thought my boiler had finally gvien up the ghost and deposited its contents over their ceiling. As I awaited the phone call I went through alternating periods of supreme confidence about the fact that this job was to be my springboard to millionaire status, followed by almost suicidal despair about the fact that in a moment of stupidity I had managed to knock over my cup of coffee that the interviewer had kindly provided.
45 minutes later than expected I received a phone call. My heart raced when I considered that by answering it, my fate for the next few years wuld be discovered. It was with trembling hands, therefore, that I picked up the phone.
"Any news yet love?" Asked my wife.
"No..." I almost screamed. "... and there won't be unless you get off the bloody phone."
I actually replied "Not yet dear. Keep your fingers crossed for me." 

Another half hour passed until the next call. My mother.
"Well?" Came the crackly voice, obviously over a mobile.
"No news yet." I calmly replied.
Then followed a seemingly eternal conversation regarding the fact that they were on the boat, the fact that to call them there required me to phone my mother's mobile and the fact that I was required to do so at the earliest possible opportunity.

Sweat and adrenalin levels during this time had continued to escalate and so the final ring from the phone brought near panic. I managed to calmly walk to the phone only to be greated by another query from my wife. I quickly terminated the conversation and decided to call the recruitment agency who had arranged the interview to find out what the delay was in informing me of my fate.
"Oh sorry.." answered the Philadephia girl. "Mr Peters is away today so you won't hear until Tuesday now."

The only answer was to open a can of beer. Adrenalin levels were slowly replaced by alcohol and the interminable wait for Tuesday started.
Bless bank holidays.

Speak to you tomorrow.