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dragonlady7This is a fucking nightmare. The bus to get to this ridiculous drug screening has a list of transfers as long as my arm of places I've never been, and would get me there with less than 2 minutes to walk a quarter mile and find where I'm supposed to be.
Best, I thought, to reschedule. I found the number for the clinic, and that worked, but they need a name of someone at the company who's OKd the postponement.
I don't have a number for the people who interviewed me.
I found the number for the corporation. They referred me to HR.
The HR lady is on vacation until tomorrow.
She gave an alternate contact in her voicemail.
I called the alternate contact.
SHE'S NOT THERE EITHER.
I've left desperate messages for both of them. But do HR people return calls? No.
I can't change the appointment.
The bus leaves in 20 minutes.
I fucking hate Dunn Tire forever. I do. Honestly. Who calls and orders tires they don't actually want? By name, with all the associated weird little numbers? And then calls back to make sure they're on order? And then calls a third time, and you're astonished that they meant it the first two times?
Fucking ridiculous.
added Ha ha ha ha ha, and now Gmail's down for the first time ever since I started using it months ago.
So i can't look up the number Taro gave me. It would be a last resort for me to accept a favor from someone I've never met, of course-- I don't even like accepting favors from people I've known forever, because I always feel bad putting people through trouble esp. on short notice, but I really really really am not wanting to take this bus to a strange place while feeling emotionally fragile so i can get totally fucking lost in Cheektowaga. But Gmail has denied me.
Obviously, this is no ordinary catastrophe. Because EVERY SINGLE POSSIBLE SOLUTION has gone wrong. That's not normal.
I am not superstitious, but it seems to me like I am being tested in some way. And every time I try a different possible solution, that solution is taken away.
Totally freaky scary weird. I don't know what the hell to do now. I guess God wants me to take the bus, as that's the only thing that seems to still be an option.
But it's weird. And frightening. Because I never have things aligning like this to be as difficult as possible. There's always something left. Now there's nothing left. !!!!
Fucking nightmare.
Oh well. dave'll come with me, it'll be an adventure. At least he'll know where we are.
Best, I thought, to reschedule. I found the number for the clinic, and that worked, but they need a name of someone at the company who's OKd the postponement.
I don't have a number for the people who interviewed me.
I found the number for the corporation. They referred me to HR.
The HR lady is on vacation until tomorrow.
She gave an alternate contact in her voicemail.
I called the alternate contact.
SHE'S NOT THERE EITHER.
I've left desperate messages for both of them. But do HR people return calls? No.
I can't change the appointment.
The bus leaves in 20 minutes.
I fucking hate Dunn Tire forever. I do. Honestly. Who calls and orders tires they don't actually want? By name, with all the associated weird little numbers? And then calls back to make sure they're on order? And then calls a third time, and you're astonished that they meant it the first two times?
Fucking ridiculous.
added Ha ha ha ha ha, and now Gmail's down for the first time ever since I started using it months ago.
So i can't look up the number Taro gave me. It would be a last resort for me to accept a favor from someone I've never met, of course-- I don't even like accepting favors from people I've known forever, because I always feel bad putting people through trouble esp. on short notice, but I really really really am not wanting to take this bus to a strange place while feeling emotionally fragile so i can get totally fucking lost in Cheektowaga. But Gmail has denied me.
Obviously, this is no ordinary catastrophe. Because EVERY SINGLE POSSIBLE SOLUTION has gone wrong. That's not normal.
I am not superstitious, but it seems to me like I am being tested in some way. And every time I try a different possible solution, that solution is taken away.
Totally freaky scary weird. I don't know what the hell to do now. I guess God wants me to take the bus, as that's the only thing that seems to still be an option.
But it's weird. And frightening. Because I never have things aligning like this to be as difficult as possible. There's always something left. Now there's nothing left. !!!!
Fucking nightmare.
Oh well. dave'll come with me, it'll be an adventure. At least he'll know where we are.
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Date: 2004-11-17 10:25 pm (UTC)So did you get there and back again? (Well, of course you're back when you read this.)
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Date: 2004-11-17 11:03 pm (UTC)It was no more difficult to get there than it was to get where I was going yesterday (well, a little) but this time Dave came with me and it was a Togetherness Outing, only with peeing in a cup. So it could've been much worse. :)
So, don't be sorry. I guess I was Meant To Do whatever it was. But as I just commented to spacellama, if this was a sign, i still don't know what was meant by it. I won't know until hindsight blesses me with corrected vision.
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Date: 2004-11-17 10:30 pm (UTC)Much luck, hon.
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Date: 2004-11-17 11:01 pm (UTC)I won't know until I either get it or don't, and if I do, I won't know until I've been there long enough to know whether it's as awful as I'm worried it might be, or whether it's as cool as I hope it might be.
One of those things. I'll say, "I should've known!" and "i was warned!" but, like all signs from the Heavens, it is so utterly inscrutable as to be entirely useless.
But yeah, I'm gonna go bug the people down the street. "Didja read my application? Is the manager here? Can I talk to the manager about it? Cmon, I'd be really good." Because it would be great to work there even if it sucked. Because it's RIGHT THERE.