this morning is freaking fired
Seriously. My morning could not have been worse if it tried.
I had an interview this morning--second round, yay! Not a job I actually really want, but, hey. Anyway, I get there, and the parking garage I parked in (which also charged $6/hour) is closed on Saturdays.
Attempt to call place. No answer. Circle around Arlington for several minutes. End up getting lost and nearly to DC. Call place again. Still no answer.
Finally find a parking garage that is open on Saturdays and not monthly-parking-only. Get to place. Door won't open. Attempt to call again. Still no answer. At this point, I'm a half-hour late anyway, and I figure fuck it, I'm not taking this job even if they do let me in for the interview.
Get lost trying to find the garage I parked in.
Trip in a crosswalk, purse spills everywhere, ankle goes ow. Get up and walk it off.
Finally find car. Collect parking ticket from car, go to pay parking ticket. Wallet not in purse. Cry.
Backtrack to where I tripped. Wallet not on street. Make way back to car, planning to call parents so they can come by and let me out of the freaking garage.
Wallet is in car.
Swear. A lot. Drive to get safety/emissions inspection that is due this month. Guy says it'll be a half-hour, fine. Go to get soda.
Stop to drink soda. Pants ride up a little, can now see that owie ankle is about the size of a tangerine instead of a cherry. Swear some more.
So, yeah. Fired.
I had an interview this morning--second round, yay! Not a job I actually really want, but, hey. Anyway, I get there, and the parking garage I parked in (which also charged $6/hour) is closed on Saturdays.
Attempt to call place. No answer. Circle around Arlington for several minutes. End up getting lost and nearly to DC. Call place again. Still no answer.
Finally find a parking garage that is open on Saturdays and not monthly-parking-only. Get to place. Door won't open. Attempt to call again. Still no answer. At this point, I'm a half-hour late anyway, and I figure fuck it, I'm not taking this job even if they do let me in for the interview.
Get lost trying to find the garage I parked in.
Trip in a crosswalk, purse spills everywhere, ankle goes ow. Get up and walk it off.
Finally find car. Collect parking ticket from car, go to pay parking ticket. Wallet not in purse. Cry.
Backtrack to where I tripped. Wallet not on street. Make way back to car, planning to call parents so they can come by and let me out of the freaking garage.
Wallet is in car.
Swear. A lot. Drive to get safety/emissions inspection that is due this month. Guy says it'll be a half-hour, fine. Go to get soda.
Stop to drink soda. Pants ride up a little, can now see that owie ankle is about the size of a tangerine instead of a cherry. Swear some more.
So, yeah. Fired.