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TIFU by mixing up my potential employer with my therapist..

So, I, 17M, have been looking for a new place to work after I quit my old job. I live in a pretty out-of-the-way place, so finding somewhere local is pretty difficult. That's why I was very happy when I found an opening at a nearby gas station (20 min drive- very nice considering the nearest city is over an hour away).

I got the owners phone number though one of the employees, then sent her a message- as you do. I listed prior job experience, when I'll be available, some of my skills and stuff like that. Things you usually do when applying for a job. After that, I had a therapy session-- Towards the end of the session, she said she'd send me a message to schedule the next meeting, as the receptionist was sick that day.

Okay, fair enough.

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I received a message not long afterwards- unnamed number, asking if we could meet up a week or so later. I, having forgotten that I'd sent the owner of the gas station a message, assumed it was my therapist. I'm usually very informal when messaging, and since i saw no need to be formal with my therapist, i asked if she was available later- since i had a 'dumbass fucking exam to take care of'.

She says she'll be gone for a week or so, but she will reach out to me again later.

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..I get an appointment time from the receptionist. I assume she just picked a day that worked for her, and showed up.

A few weeks later, i realized the lady from the gas station never got back to me. I looked for her number- but couldn't find it anywhere in my recent messages. ...Okay, odd, but whatever. I clicked the number i got from the gas station employee, and see that its saved in my phone as 'therapist homegirl'.

...Okay. Phone must be glitching, i assume.

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I click on it, then scroll up, wanting to see what was going on; were they the same person or something? Then, i see it. My credentials, then her asking if we can meet.

ME BRUSHING HER OFF WITH CURSE WORDS.

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i am cringing right now. no wonder she never reached back out.

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TL;DR: I apply for a job, then mistake the potential employer for my therapist. I proceed to say things that are not very work-friendly.

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