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Oh my gawd, what a day.

My interview went well -- I'm hoping that he sees me as the sort of person who can come in, learn his system, and develop into a manager. He did let slip that he was "definitely interested," so we'll see what happens. I won't hear from him till Monday; he has other interviews going and then there's the holiday, so I'm going to go to Glen Linn this weekend and enjoy myself and think about it only minimally.

However... getting to the interview... not so good. I was thirty minutes late. I think he expected me to get lost, though, and he didn't seem to hold it against me, so I'm not going to fret about that. That was Thing One.

Thing Two happened at about 4:30. Wolfie'd told me that he was going to be working late all this week, to make up for having Friday off. He walked back in the house at 4:30, and told me that they'd let go half his department. By seniority. Yep, Wolfie got laid off today. He didn't seem to stressed about it, being that he'd only been there for two months, so if he's not worried, I'm not worried. Yet. We'll see what Monday brings.

Thing Three happened as I was leaving the house to go pick up my parents at Logan Express (they're just getting home from a trip to Calgary). I was wearing the chinos I wore to my interview, bent over to pick something up off the floor, and blew out the inside leg, ripping the fabric across the back of the leg. My favorite work pants, and they are toast. Unrepairable. Sigh.

Thing Four happened at my parents' house. (Bet you thought I'd stop at Three, huh? Not today! Today is far too craptacular to stop at Three!) I stopped there to pick up my mother's car (Ford Taurus), because it's big enough to fit all of us and their luggage. It felt weird, like something was dragging, as I was backing it out, but I chalked that up to not being very familiar with it. I did get out and check to see that I didn't have a flat, but all tires looked good, so I continued to pull it out of the driveway...

When I got to the top of the little hill by the back door and onto the pavement I could tell that something was really wrong. My cousin lives in the upstairs apartment of the building in front of the house, and I called him to come look for me, and sure enough, the right rear wheel was not turning, and now I'd blocked the driveway. Cuz called his dad (who lives about a quarter mile away), and he didn't have any quick solutions, either, except to lend me his car to go get Mom and Dad.

Getting Mom and Dad was (thank ALL the gods) uneventful, and they fed me, too. And I did get to drive my uncle's car to Framingham -- it's a Lincoln. I loved driving it, except for the lumbar support in the driver's seat. It hit me right above the lumbar, and as a result was semi-painful. No worries, no lasting effects, and I got a bellyful of fish and chips. Fishie, fishie, fishie... FISH!

Thing is, the last time I went to pick Mom and Dad up at Logan Express, I blew the engine on my Cherokee. I'm not gonna pick them up nooooo more. They can hitchhike. ;-P

So on the way home, I called Wolfie to come pick me up, since I didn't think that we'd be able to get the car out of the yard. Then Dad tried moving it, and the seizure broke free, but he says that it still sounds scary. I tried to call Woilfie to tell him I could get my car out, buuuut he'd left his cell phone at home. That doesn't qualify as a Thing all by itself. It's maybe Thing Four And A Half.

So that's my day. I'm wiped. I hope that the wringer I have been through today means that the rest of the month will be smooth sailing. No more Things. I don't want anymore Things.

i feel: crappy crappy

8 trips or shoot the rapids
spunkywulf From: spunkywulf Date: July 2nd, 2003 05:57 am (UTC) (base camp)
Holy clusterf@$k, Batman. I'm so sorry to hear all that! Geez! Your day sounds similar to how my February was... just one piece of horrible stinking crap after another with no end in sight! But hopefully there is one, as we all have grown to understand :) Good luck on the job interview, and I'm sorry about Wolfie's :(
sushimare From: sushimare Date: July 2nd, 2003 06:03 am (UTC) (base camp)
Yuck! Have fun this weekend and try not to worry til Monday. Sorry things are so crazy for you right now. *hugs* Good luck with the job!
cellio From: cellio Date: July 2nd, 2003 06:45 am (UTC) (base camp)
Yeesh! What a day. No more Things!
profesor From: profesor Date: July 2nd, 2003 06:48 am (UTC) (base camp)
Bleagh *hugs* I've had weeks like that, but usually not all in one day... In any case, we'll see you at Glenn Linn!
tashabear From: tashabear Date: July 2nd, 2003 08:18 pm (UTC) (base camp)
Oh, but Things Two, Three, and Four all happened in the space of two and a half hours! Woo hoo! X-P
skorzy From: skorzy Date: July 2nd, 2003 09:03 am (UTC) (base camp)
I went to pick up Cara and Amy at Logan once in my tired, old Tercel. They had over their own weights in luggage as well. Driving through Boston with an overburdened car? Well.. let's just say my front exhaust flexpipe needed replacing.

You're building up Karma Kredit there, darlin'.. sounds like one of the rear brake shoes/pads might've frozen in place.

Hope the weekend is more restful.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: July 2nd, 2003 03:03 pm (UTC) (base camp)
They're disc brakes, though. Current theory is that is was a frozen brake cable. Dunno at the moment; I'm going to call Mom and Dad later and find out. Really sucked having to tell them that Mom's car was broke, though. "Hey, have a nice trip? Yeah? Great! Here's your buzzkill!"
From: faeriewings23 Date: July 9th, 2003 03:59 am (UTC) (base camp)
I thought I was the only one who used the word CRAPTACULAR on a regular basis! Woo Hoo!
8 trips or shoot the rapids