'Cause that's what I do with my eggs...or job related hopes and efforts in this case.
With every new prospect, I find myself under a very certain (and overly confident) assumption that I will a) GET the position and b) joyfully remain with the prospective company for years to come, moving up the ladder and retiring with enough saved to spend my post fifty days party planning and shopping for shoes.
While the practical side of me kicks in and insists I continue my search and "networking" (probably my least fave thing to do, after babysitting in a dirty house) I half-ass attempt applying for other positions although I just know it's a waste of my precious time since I'm clearly going to be offered said former position that obviously offers a hefty salary, pension and reasonable Health benies.
Can you guess what happens next?
Similar to the other "shoe being dropped," the bottom of my basket instead drops, leaving all of my fricken eggs on the floor.
And my hunt continues...for a suitable employer (and more eggs).