I didn't get the job.
This is the reason Hope was in that fucking box: because when you're at the end of your rope, and there doesn't seem to be anything that can improve an aspect of your life, a litle bit of hope will penetrate and make you think that things CAN get better, so you hope, and you believe, and then it all comes collapsing down leaving you even lower than you thought you could have been before hope happened. That is the power of hope.
Details upon request.
Though I didn't know what the job is (and would like to, if you're willing to share), it seems as though it was perfect for you so I have my hunches. In any case, what makes you sad, makes me sad.
But if what makes me happy also makes you happy, we might just have something here. I could give my dog a jar of peanut butter, that always makes me laugh. Just let me know.