mapquest will die
let me start this by saying that i'm determined to find whatever douchebag created mapquest and successfully disembowel them.
that being said, it was that lying sack of interweb's directions that caused me to be late for my interview. i even left nearly half an hour earlier in case the inevitable were to happen, which it obviously did. and after i called two times to redirect myself...i drenched the already pulsating wound with salt by calling yet ANOTHER time after meandering into the establishment to find no one at the front desk. so i wandered back out to my car to, once again, call the receptionist to find out if i had entered through the correct door. she apparently had been flitting around in the backroom (reaaaal good customer service there, dingbat) and failed to notice my entrance.
and, to add insult to injury, the person scheduled for the interview following mine was a highly professional looking woman almost twice my age. she attempted to make small talk, but i couldn't draw my eyes away from her yuppy-laced attire.
the interview itself was short and sweet, but anyone in their right mind would realize who out of the two candidates would be most likely chosen for the position.
the only thing keeping me sane right now is this jew-ball currently snoozing on my lap.
she always seems to know when i require her feline services to soothe my frantic mind.
that being said, it was that lying sack of interweb's directions that caused me to be late for my interview. i even left nearly half an hour earlier in case the inevitable were to happen, which it obviously did. and after i called two times to redirect myself...i drenched the already pulsating wound with salt by calling yet ANOTHER time after meandering into the establishment to find no one at the front desk. so i wandered back out to my car to, once again, call the receptionist to find out if i had entered through the correct door. she apparently had been flitting around in the backroom (reaaaal good customer service there, dingbat) and failed to notice my entrance.
and, to add insult to injury, the person scheduled for the interview following mine was a highly professional looking woman almost twice my age. she attempted to make small talk, but i couldn't draw my eyes away from her yuppy-laced attire.
the interview itself was short and sweet, but anyone in their right mind would realize who out of the two candidates would be most likely chosen for the position.
the only thing keeping me sane right now is this jew-ball currently snoozing on my lap.
she always seems to know when i require her feline services to soothe my frantic mind.