Put me in a coma and let me know when I'm hired!

5 months, 13 days, 19 hours and numerous minutes. As I await the position it holds a quarrel and my resume, plotting on termination it never had the desire to fill my void to begin with. The vacancy is open for months to spoil the cognition of faith eradicating what we are unable to make sense of. Terminated upon undisclosed reasons and group evaluation quivers me. A smile yields as much disdain that a scowl does but, the deception flirts with tendencies. Beyond mad I overlook my performance and I pray for them.