Singing along to: Wilco, On and On and On

I can exhale now. I got a rejection letter for that job yesterday--yes, an actual letter, delivered by the post man. I hadn't even thought to keep an eye on my mailbox. Maybe I'm revealing my age here, but it seems so old-fashioned to send a rejection letter. I suppose it's more professional, but they already wasted their time on me. Why also waste forty-four cents and a piece of letterhead?

I guess that sounds more bitter than I mean it to. The letter really did surprise me though: not its contents as much as its non-digital nature. I still can't decide if I was expecting its contents or not.

So, there's that.