I want it, I need it, I steal it

I went to the NY this week to network and have some meetings about potential jobs in the unforeseeable future. It rocked. 

I had applied for a position in a program at a large corporation and was going to get it, until the disastrous Holiday '08 season began spanking retail with a wooden spoon. The position dried up. On Thursday I had lunch with the HR woman who would have hired me. "The company isn't doing well," she told me, "I'm making people cry every single day. I go home and drink a bottle of wine at night. Everyone's comparing it to being a flight attendant on a plane that's crashing. You have a job to do, but all you can think of is yourself." 

"Thank you for not hiring me," I replied.