A Safe Space for Moogles

So there was this one guy at that job fair I went to last week (thank you guys for cheering me up afterwards, by the way) who actually seemed interested when I told him I was a graphic designer. He was the editor for an advertising magazine, and made noises about doing layout and page design. I didn't say anything about it because I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up - least of all mine - but he emailed me a couple days later asking to set up a phone interview. "Tuesday?" says he. "Great, anytime after 7:30," says I.

...you all know where this is going, don't you?

Well, the appointed time has come and gone and here I sit, no better and no worse off than before, if rather disappointed. I'll probably call Editor Dude tomorrow just to make the rejection official if I can dredge up the courage; otherwise, it's back to plugging away at the job sites and dreaming vague dreams of supporting myself with porn.