To the unprofessional manager of the Ritz that was late thirty+ minutes to our interview: you screwed me over. You made me sit there for an interview and go through the questions while playing incredibly nice and told me to wait for your call back after sucking up forty-five minutes of my day – which I'm sure is beyond standard for someone who is meant to be flat out rejected; for you to hide behind your employee when I checked in on the day you were supposed to call me back to let me know.
Shadily sending me straight to voice mail because you couldn't sack up and just tell me you had someone else in mind for the job, which would have been fine! It'd have helped me know how to proceed with my life, and quickly! But thanks to me waiting on you I lost another job opportunity after they stretched my deadline twice – I had that job – and this feeling sucks because these are the only times I've been rejected. Knowing that I'm only rejected a second time in my thirty years because of YOU not being decent and screwing over my livelihood fills me with something I haven't felt before. Thanks so much. That's so inconsiderate, and now I have to scramble and sort my things out because I was misled. I hope you lose your job.