What. The actual. Fuck. Do you KNOW what I went through to get there on time? I got three and a half hours of sleep. I rushed out the door after barely eating anything. I waited for a bus that was over fifteen minutes late, cutting it really close to when I would have to be there. I walked/ran a mile in the rain with a bad ankle; I nearly sprained it again on the way there. I made it in the door with only a couple of minutes to spare. And then you tell me "I'm sorry, we overbooked; you can go home now." Are you fucking KIDDING me? I mean, at least you paid me for my time, but still. I GUARANTEE you I worked harder than the rest of those guys to get there on time, why did I have to leave? I wasn't even the last one to arrive! I almost feel like it was incredibly sexist, because I was the only girl there. Maybe it would have fucked with your demographics or something to have a girl in the group, so you lied and said you overbooked. Hell if I know.

And I was so excited, too. Y'all have been calling me for years trying to get me into one of your studies. You finally find one that fits me just to tell me to leave once I got there. You know, I almost wish I hadn't gone at all, if it wasn't for the fact that I could really use the money. I am so disappointed.