"I had a bad day. Ain't gonna make it"

A week ago -hell, more than that, 10 days ago- I got called for an interview to take place tomorrow.
Then on Friday they gave me details and an assignment.
It's a good job, in my field of study.
It's a state job and an honor to be considered.
And it's in Capitol City, at least an hour away without traffic. (The logistics of working an hour away is a bridge to be crossed later).
The assignment was analyzing a very long and complicated excel file, and would conclude with a five me presentation on the file.

I consulted a friend with a PhD about the file and got a plan of attack.
No problem.

But my car's in the shop, and getting a car to go down there proved to be more difficult than expected.

So I had a breakdown. A pretty bad one, tears and all, contemplating the future and envisioning myself following the footsteps of my uncle and leading a pseudo-survivalist existence on the mountainous edge of civilization, spending the rest of my life dodging student loans and government agents attempting to collect on student loans.

(In all reality, I'd probably just end up living in my mom's basement in the closest town to the mountainous edge of civilization, except my mom doesn't have a basement. We'd be full-on roommates, which is pretty unsettling in itself.)

So I bailed. I emailed the job this evening.

It pains me to say this, but I've had a series of set-backs today and regrettably will not be able to make the interview tomorrow morning. I'm very sorry, thank you for giving me the opportunity.

Do you know what a government job means? Do you know how well it pays? Do you know how hard it was to write this.

It was a bad day.