Because I failed to listen to reason from an “old soul” and refuse to use my common sense, I’m “bad, bad, bad — bad to the bones”. At 12:20pm, I left home and arrived early to the job interview at 1:00pm. My nearly NEW pants got snagged on a make-shift table made out of a HEAVY solar panel. In my mind, if several of these pieces were placed on an OLD residence with OLD housing material, I’m sure the roof would scream mercy. That was bad luck number one, besides my sharp rings making more snags on my dark-gray outfit!
Two more bad luck manifested. The interview went well but I didn’t want the job. There were hardly anyone in the office and the cubicles are empty and DIRTY. I couldn’t understand how I would function in that job other than reseaching online. It’s was at best ambiguous and I’d have to use the phone, which is a yuch factor for me. I left a voicemail message on my headhunter’s voicemail after the interview and didn’t get a call back. I know why. Bahahaha!
The last bad luck was my old car. It wouldn’t start after the job interview! With the hood popped open to allow the WEAK breeze to cool down the engine block and after several attempts at restarting the damn machine, I had to call a tow truck and spoke with Ashley! I wasn’t going to take a chance and have my vehicle stop in the middle of traffic! So after patiently waiting one hour, I called the boy for reference.
After another hour, the tow truck driver came. It was already 3:00pm. After he finished hitching my car to the truch, we left the scene at 3:11pm. He got lost picking up my car and almost got lost dropping off my car. He relied on the voice-prompted internet for directionals instead of human knowledge. I gave him the street number as 255 and he kept giving the damn computer “255 […] Avenue”, when it should have been “2555 […] Street”.
I told the guy to believe me but I guess he wanted to be sure. Bullshit! So both my car and I were dropped off at the repair place. Then, I called the boy, who picked me up. And I gave the two guys at the shop my cellphone number and Paw’s home number, in case they needed to reach me. But while waiting for the boy, I called my cellphone provider and upgraded my cellphone, along with a new 2-year agreement. I needed to move on with my life even if I had to wait another week for my principal!
Yes. The repair may cost in the thousands, which could have been “food money”. Yes. My new communication device will cost hundreds more. But I really needed to get a job. But in order to get a job, I needed a car. In order to make sure I blog on the good, I needed a new cellphone. What’s next is up to TPTB and pals. And yes I know who will be the next president. And he isn’t a Scientologist but close enough, if you know what I mean. Bahahaha!
Tip of the day: Do not rely on the computer. Buy a damn map made out of paper and read it! Don’t rely on people for directions. Learn to read a map. But make sure you get the CORRECT ADDRESS, down to the suite number, including the city, state and zip code! Get the phone number to the place of designation in case you get lost!
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