AHH! My Most of Me!

Today I had my interview with Manulife. It went very well, which I felt good about. I laid it on thick and gave them every bullshit answer I knew they were looking for. At the end I was told that I could sit and talk all day and she'd love it.... odd, I spend 10 minutes with Glenn and Darcy and all I hear is "shut it off!" lol
It's a real job with normal m-f daytime hours and a salary that would place me above the poverty level... which in this province seems to be a luxury. It could mean the difference between living a semi-normal life and going completely insane resulting in an all-out ginfest to finish myself off.
Panic has nestled it's way into my every moment now. Mr. PaymetotalkonmsnandwatchEllen has given me fair warning that he'll be cutting me off soon enough and that I'll be screwed beyond recognition if I don't manage to get some form of full-time extravaganza going here PRONTO.
I should apparently find out in about a week if they thought I was suitable enough to continue the hiring process... god, here's hoping. If not, I'm praying for the 12-sided died ending.