You would think that I had walked into that interview and said "Fuck You, I don't want your stinking job!" from the attitude I'm getting from The Wife. However, as I seem to recall it (but I'm obviously mistaken because IT'S ALWAYS MY FUCKING FAULT), I thought the interview went great and was excitedly anticipating starting work tomorrow morning (if not on Friday). I must be hallucinating, because why else would I be the bad guy who is calling down destruction upon our heads?
Spent pretty much all day churning resumes. Who knows, maybe something freaky will happen by mistake and somebody will hire me.