Friday. The day that we were guessing the ‘winner’ might actually get the call, to free up the ‘losers’ to hear their bad news news on Monday 25th.

We haven’t heard dick.

At 7:32pm, Ryan starts this text exchange with me:

Ryan
No call then?

Richard
Nope. We are out.

Ryan
Yep. We gave it a good shot. Guess we are shit. Who woulda guessed.

Richard
Me.

Ryan
Yep. Me too. Damn. We were right all along!

A few things going on here; self pity, self loathing, comedic relief, all of which come together to provide the first step to deal with hearing what feels like the inevitable bad news.

Let the healing begin… preemptively!