It sounds easy enough, doesn't it?
Got an interview. Told them in order to freshen up and drive to where it is, I would need, "About 40 minutes".
Okay, I got 40 minutes because of on top of that, I had food in the oven (which I explained) which was about to be done.
40 minutes.
In the bathroom, brushing my teeth, hair, suddenly -- have to go. Time eaten up. Food = burned.
I leave the house.
Traffic is unexpectedly heavy for this day and time, I arrive in the area late, but no problem -- just about ten minutes late -- it'll be okay -- there was no exact "must be there or else" time.
Just then I realise: I DID NOT bring the paper with hte address and number. I can't recall it right! I drive by, I think I see the number, but am unsure, so I drive to this local business I know. She doesn't have a telephone. I don't have a telephone (I don't make enough money to afford a phone -- I barely get by).
I drive back there, suck it in and get ready to possibly knock on some stranger's door. I'm now about 15 minutes late. No one answers the door bell. I knock. I wait a minute. No one answers. I assume I must have it wrong, so I try to find a phone -- CAN'T FIND A PHONE. I drive by a local place to find a pay phone -- NO PAY PHONE. I decide to try Publix. Nice lady at a desk lets me use it. No one will fucking answer at the house. I tell her I absolutely have to try again (for those of you who understand the AMOUNT of competition there is these days, and how hard it is to get an interview anymore), soe's kind enough. I walk away for a couple minutes; surel if I wait and call again, someone there might realise I am trying to get through. THAT WAS A FALSE ASSUMPTION.
So angry I wanted to hit somebody, I speed off in my car (speeding is something I almost never do; I like driving safe) and arrived at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart is NOT next door. I use the pay phone -- $0.50. NO ONE ANSWERS. I decide to go in and use the service desk phone; surely two calls from Publix, a payu phone, and now one from WAL-FUCKING-MART might be a signal I AM TRYING TO GET THROUGH. This, again, proved to be a FALSE assumption.
I am exiting Wal-Mart, so angry I almost broken in half this thick pen. GODDMANIT -- there's a cellphone lying amongst the cars. I pick it up, since I don't trust other people to give it back to the owner. I drive away, trying to make the 25 to 30 minute trip home and HOPE the nice people I spoke with would be forgiving. I decide to give in and get some bread sticks from Little Caesars -- I'm already 40 minutes late ontop of those 40 minutes, might as well sulk with parmesan covered bread. I call a number and get a nice foreign sounding girl. Instead of asking her what she was wearng, I tell her I found whoever's phone this is. She's says she'll call back and take care of it. I pull into a nearby parking lot and consume the bread sticks while waiting for a call that never happens. Instead of perusing the phone for possible naked pictures, I call the friend back and tell her I am getting ready to leave the side of town, can somebody come and get the phone? She tells me to drop it off at a local business.
NOW my gas tank is below empty, so I have no choice but to stop for gas.
I arrive home, over two & a half hours later, with no interview.
I pick up the phone to see if they called -- they did. I try to dial -- the folks here are using the phone. I wait another ten minutes. Now, pushing three hours, I call back, explain partially about what happened, and the lost phone I found ... they'll try to schedule another day, but they already interviewed some people. From the sounds of it, I believe 90% I am not getting this job.
An interview -- that's all I wanted.
Got an interview. Told them in order to freshen up and drive to where it is, I would need, "About 40 minutes".
Okay, I got 40 minutes because of on top of that, I had food in the oven (which I explained) which was about to be done.
40 minutes.
In the bathroom, brushing my teeth, hair, suddenly -- have to go. Time eaten up. Food = burned.
I leave the house.
Traffic is unexpectedly heavy for this day and time, I arrive in the area late, but no problem -- just about ten minutes late -- it'll be okay -- there was no exact "must be there or else" time.
Just then I realise: I DID NOT bring the paper with hte address and number. I can't recall it right! I drive by, I think I see the number, but am unsure, so I drive to this local business I know. She doesn't have a telephone. I don't have a telephone (I don't make enough money to afford a phone -- I barely get by).
I drive back there, suck it in and get ready to possibly knock on some stranger's door. I'm now about 15 minutes late. No one answers the door bell. I knock. I wait a minute. No one answers. I assume I must have it wrong, so I try to find a phone -- CAN'T FIND A PHONE. I drive by a local place to find a pay phone -- NO PAY PHONE. I decide to try Publix. Nice lady at a desk lets me use it. No one will fucking answer at the house. I tell her I absolutely have to try again (for those of you who understand the AMOUNT of competition there is these days, and how hard it is to get an interview anymore), soe's kind enough. I walk away for a couple minutes; surel if I wait and call again, someone there might realise I am trying to get through. THAT WAS A FALSE ASSUMPTION.
So angry I wanted to hit somebody, I speed off in my car (speeding is something I almost never do; I like driving safe) and arrived at Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart is NOT next door. I use the pay phone -- $0.50. NO ONE ANSWERS. I decide to go in and use the service desk phone; surely two calls from Publix, a payu phone, and now one from WAL-FUCKING-MART might be a signal I AM TRYING TO GET THROUGH. This, again, proved to be a FALSE assumption.
I am exiting Wal-Mart, so angry I almost broken in half this thick pen. GODDMANIT -- there's a cellphone lying amongst the cars. I pick it up, since I don't trust other people to give it back to the owner. I drive away, trying to make the 25 to 30 minute trip home and HOPE the nice people I spoke with would be forgiving. I decide to give in and get some bread sticks from Little Caesars -- I'm already 40 minutes late ontop of those 40 minutes, might as well sulk with parmesan covered bread. I call a number and get a nice foreign sounding girl. Instead of asking her what she was wearng, I tell her I found whoever's phone this is. She's says she'll call back and take care of it. I pull into a nearby parking lot and consume the bread sticks while waiting for a call that never happens. Instead of perusing the phone for possible naked pictures, I call the friend back and tell her I am getting ready to leave the side of town, can somebody come and get the phone? She tells me to drop it off at a local business.
NOW my gas tank is below empty, so I have no choice but to stop for gas.
I arrive home, over two & a half hours later, with no interview.
I pick up the phone to see if they called -- they did. I try to dial -- the folks here are using the phone. I wait another ten minutes. Now, pushing three hours, I call back, explain partially about what happened, and the lost phone I found ... they'll try to schedule another day, but they already interviewed some people. From the sounds of it, I believe 90% I am not getting this job.
An interview -- that's all I wanted.
