About The Job. You don’t know the one I mean? No, of course you don’t know the one I mean, because I didn't mention it to anyone (sorry, but that means the Internet, too), on account of the Jinx Gods. Oh, and P.S., IT'S THE ONLY POTENTIAL JOB I'VE BEEN EXCITED ABOUT SINCE MOVING TO FRANCE. Yes, that job. Can you see where this is going?
Last Friday, I inquired as to my application status for The Job, only to hear via email, just now, that THEY HAVE COMPLETED A ROUND OF INTERVIEWS AND ARE NOW FILING APPLICATIONS. Are you kidding me? I didn’t even qualify FOR AN INTERVIEW? Why is there no chocolate in my apartment? Why is there no chocolate in Jeanne’s apartment? Why is that rug I need to buy not buying itself and climbing up the stairs? And what’s up with the title of this post?* Nothing. makes. any. sense.
*The French expression for "having the blues" is avoir le cafard--literally, “to have the cockroach.” Now that, I may have to concede, makes some sense.