Sometimes I hate being right

And sometimes, I hate being right with the white-hot flaming passion of a thousand burning suns.

I've got mail. And wouldn't you know it? They received a number of highly qualified applicants, and thought I brought a wonderful resume and great character references (thanks, Hawkins). And, of course, they wish me all the best in my job search! Which will, of course, be continuing. (It would have been continuing anyway, of course, but unfortunately it will continue without benefit of a conveniently located part-time job.)