I do not consider it a superlative sign when my second interview is “postponed” at 6:00 PM the night before I’m supposed to have it. The explanation offered was reasonable, and you’ll all be pleased to know that I resisted screaming, crying, or mentioning that the only way to make it up to me now is to hire me.
On the bright side, now I don’t have to shave my legs tomorrow. See how I always grasp that silver lining? Yeah.