Getting Shitty Mail - some words on rejection and being unsatisfied

I was running on the treadmill this afternoon. Heavy feet and sweaty palms, wishing there was some easier way to lose 10 pounds (without giving up french fries). Exercising sucks a lot, but it does take my mind off the impending doom that is my future and focuses it on the more immediate future, which is getting that hot bod..............lololol
I decided to skip the 3 minute cool down session on the treadmill and treat my walk home from the gym as a cool down. On my short walk home, I checked my e-mail because smartphone. I always kind of knew I was going to get this e-mail. The e-mail telling me that the position, my post-grad dream position, had been taken by someone who was not me. They didn't want me. They didn't even want to interview me. I got that feeling. The feeling like inverted butterflies, and their wings are actually fluttering around all the acid in your stomach, so I could taste it. Yep, I cried. But that comes later. Passing the mailbox,  feeling all weird and rejected, and sweaty, I grabbed the mail. Bills, bills, bills. To be more specific, $500 total in bills. Outstanding parking tickets, which have been paid, but looks like now I have to go to court to settle that. And a offensive bill from my university's medical clinic, notifying me they have sent my account over to collections, despite the fact that I have been following the agreed upon payment plan. HERE is where the tears come in. I made some clam chowder and cried while researching ways to cut your own bangs. (Don't worry Jessica...I didn't do it). I am herby changing my address, identification, and phone number so that I can start over. But I'm actually not going to, because that would be such a hassle. So yeah, not really my most poetic piece. Pretty whiny actually. But my day sucked. Planning on tomorrow being better. The breadsticks and cherry Coke I just consumed helped, too.