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Thursday August 04, 2005

Good day, bad day

Why do the good times never last?

The last few days have been a mix of triumph and frustration for me. The night before my job interview in Atlanta I met up with my old roomie, who's now a Georgia peach herself. We hit Applebees for a late dinner, where she ogled the cute southern waiters, and I giggled whenever our waitress called me hon. Waitresses just don't do that in Cleveland. After some late night chatting, my old roomie took me back to my hotel.

[start good day]

Early the next morning I was picked up by the organization's supervisor, who gave me a tour and took me to lunch. My heart started racing about ten minutes before she arrived (damn that anxiety!) but after she showed up wearing jeans and a ponytail, my pulse returned to normal. We hung out for a few hours and talked a lot about the job. Everything went without a hitch.

When the interview ended, I was left at the hotel where I waited for my Nascar-wannabe-on-speed shuttle driver to escort me to back the airport. The flight home was short and I actually arrived early. It had been a really good day.

[/good day]

[start bad day]

The next morning I got up for work tired as hell after two days of running around, catching flights and yapping non-stop about what a wonderful employee I am. After clocking in, I was greeted with a tidal wave of unfinished work that left me scrambling. I dropped things, broke things, missed things... I became so consumed with getting things done that I clocked out more than 30 minutes late by mistake (which I will be reprimanded for, I'm sure). By the time I left the building, no shuttles were available to pick me up, and I had to walk a mile to my parking lot. Walking a mile isn't hard, unless of course you've been on your feet for 8 straight hours.

Halfway on the drive home I noticed that my gas light was on. I made it to the next exit and coasted into a gas station. After trying two different pumps that read Replace nozzle and see attendant, I realized the gas station was closed. Of all the stations I chose, I had to pick the ONE station in the entire city of Cleveland that closed before 8:00 pm.


I then had to call my dad to bring his gas cannister and give me a boost. Ten minutes later I watched his car roll past and drive off without me. He returned home convinced that I must have gotten home somehow because he didn't see me. My mom sent him back, and by 8:40 he finally showed up with gas, annoyed that I described the place as a gas station, not a car wash. When I made the point that a gas station with a car wash is still a gas station, he got snippy. Just what I needed.

By the time I got home I was so frustrated that I turned off my cell phone, shut down the computer, and headed for a trusted friend's house. I just needed a place away from home where I could relax, eat some comfort food, and talk to a friend. I fell asleep on her big purple couch while she watched an old episode of Buffy. I slept through the night, feeling better after "getting away" for a while.

[/bad day]

The frustration has yet to completely wear off.

Someday I'm going to have two good days in a row. Until then, I'll have to settle for ice cream and Buffy.


hopefully your bad day will get repaid with good karma and a job offer :)

geeky on August 4, 2005 10:37 PM

Murphy's Law, what can go worng will go wrong...

Hope the new job comes through for you, and if you do get reprimanded for leaving a half hour late, just tell the boss you are willing to start a half hour late to make up for it.

LizU on August 5, 2005 12:22 AM

Drina-diva, I hope you get the job you want.

As for ice cream and Buffy, if Ms. Gellar would actually choose a broken-down old Monster to spend time with, I could not possibly care less if ice cream were present or not!

And while I'm on the subject of hot actresses, Winona Ryder can steal my stuff any time!

Dreaming my life away, Monster from the Id

Monster from the Id on August 5, 2005 01:02 AM


Really hoping you get the job - if you want it of course!

Cheers - Steve

steve on August 5, 2005 03:39 PM

Drina, my dear, I don't mean to be unsymphatetic but, you made me laugh.
I hope you get the job.

teta Micika on August 5, 2005 04:53 PM

hope you got the job. thta would make for another good day

Shannon on August 5, 2005 06:15 PM

"The Old Roomies" would be a great name for a rock band! Oh. Sorry, Drina-diva, I thought I was still on Dave Barry's blog.

From the Phantom Zone, Monster from the Id

Monster from the Id on August 6, 2005 02:24 PM

Drina - I hope that things are going better for you know. Sounds like that job interview went well. That is wonderful, and the fact that you can go over to a good friend's house and just be yourself. You are blessed for having that :-)

Jake on August 8, 2005 11:23 AM