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the most tired girl ever
Dec. 6th, 2002 12:58 amIs what I feel like, though I'm sure there are girls far more tired than...I. Me? No, I think it's I. Screw it.
My! Stupid! Car! crapped out yesterday. The heat kicked and I had to trade cars with my dad, as per my mother's orders ("Jessica, you cannot drive that car! What if it snows or something and ice gets on the windshield? You wouldn't be able to see and YOU WOULD DIE! [looks to my father] Jimmy, you take her car."), and so I was cruising in the big boatlike Chevy Caprice yesterday. Was twenty minutes late my second day at the temp assignment because of this and because of utterly pointless traffic (everyone was going 30 MPH on a highway for NO GOOD REASON), and walked in to find one of the big partners and the three secretaries all sitting there, watching the door, one of them on the phone with my temp agency asking where I was.
It was very embarrassing.
Anyway! Then got to play chauffeur to my father, who had dropped off the Tarded Electric Lady at the dealership, and then this morning got to play chauffeured and was driven to work by the mom unit. I so felt fourteen years old again, like I'd missed the bus and my mother had to drive me to school. Arrived on time with minutes to spare, and rewarded self for this buy grabbing a hot chocolate in the coffee shop downstairs.
Wow, this is riveting. Let's speed it up, eh?
Soooo, long day at the office, annoying callers, snappish attorneys, and then I left fifteen minutes early (I did not take my afternoon break and cleared it days in advance, so I was not being slothful!) to go to a job interview. Can I tell you how much one does not feel like talking to someone in an interview setting after spending eight hours talking to people in the work setting?
Snow everywhere and, as usual, everyone in Upstate New York forgot how to drive in the snow over the summer. Dudes, this was nothing! This is the kind of snow we will sneeze at come February! But today? Freakouts left and right, people driving off roads, going twenty miles an hour on the major roadways. I can tell I'm cranky when I see an accident ahead and my first thought is, "How could they be so *stupid* and completely ruin my evening?"
Needless to say, was horribly late, which was fine because the interviewer dude was even more horribly late than I, and it was All Good. Had to meet with Big Boss Guy instead, who did a good job of pretending he'd seen my resume before I walked through the door, and then the real interview dude walked in twenty minutes later and guess how long I was interviewed. No, really. Guess. For an administrative assistant to one attorney.
Over! Two! Hours!
Oh God, by the end, I was sitting there and he was telling me about some Appellate Brief and all that ran through my head was, "Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, maintain eye contact, nod, look interested, look interested, DEAR GOD STOMACH, DON'T DARE GRUMBLE LIKE YOU DID RIGHT BEFORE LUNCH AT WORK WHEN THERE WERE FIVE PEOPLE SITTING SILENTLY IN THE ROOM WITH YOU, focus, focus, STAY AWAKE." I escaped and ran out to meet my poor mother who had been waiting for me all that time! I felt like such a jerk, but what can one do when one is in such a situation? Bolt out of the interview. "I'm sorry, I have to go, my mom's waiting for me outside in the car...I know, I look old for fifteen, don't I?" Loser!
Ran out to the car, opened the door, and my mother burst out with, "I thought you were DEAD!" I am obviously my mother's daughter as I found her assumption after I didn't appear for two-plus hours in an office building to be completely logical -- I had clearly been kidnapped, whisked out the back door, and possibly murdered. My mother was keeping track of who went in and out of the building and was about to call my father to find out how long she should wait before storming the building when I came running out. I sit here and consider, for a moment, the potential embarrassment factor, and duly thank the Lord for not letting such a thing come to pass.
Then picked up the tarded car at the dealership, grabbed some subs for dinner, and got home at nine and now it's 1AM, I should be in bed, but I promised myself I'd finish this cover letter for another job before I went to bed and I haven't started. Loathe self mightily. What to do??? Do cover letters have to be really long? Blech. I have to be up in five hours! And I will probably have to leave early because of crappy road conditions, which means getting up earlier, which just compounds the self-loathing. Maybe I won't send a cover letter.
Can't do that!! I suck. IT's not my fault, though! I only found out about the job after I got home tonight and i need to fax this in tomorrow and ok, so I've had four hours to do that, but still! I had to harass Kaelie and read Harry Potter fanfiction and get my clothes ready for tomorrow and watch General Hospital! My schedule was PACKED!
Ok. Am going to write something. Hope it makes sense.
And this may, possibly, be my rambliest LJ entry ever.
My! Stupid! Car! crapped out yesterday. The heat kicked and I had to trade cars with my dad, as per my mother's orders ("Jessica, you cannot drive that car! What if it snows or something and ice gets on the windshield? You wouldn't be able to see and YOU WOULD DIE! [looks to my father] Jimmy, you take her car."), and so I was cruising in the big boatlike Chevy Caprice yesterday. Was twenty minutes late my second day at the temp assignment because of this and because of utterly pointless traffic (everyone was going 30 MPH on a highway for NO GOOD REASON), and walked in to find one of the big partners and the three secretaries all sitting there, watching the door, one of them on the phone with my temp agency asking where I was.
It was very embarrassing.
Anyway! Then got to play chauffeur to my father, who had dropped off the Tarded Electric Lady at the dealership, and then this morning got to play chauffeured and was driven to work by the mom unit. I so felt fourteen years old again, like I'd missed the bus and my mother had to drive me to school. Arrived on time with minutes to spare, and rewarded self for this buy grabbing a hot chocolate in the coffee shop downstairs.
Wow, this is riveting. Let's speed it up, eh?
Soooo, long day at the office, annoying callers, snappish attorneys, and then I left fifteen minutes early (I did not take my afternoon break and cleared it days in advance, so I was not being slothful!) to go to a job interview. Can I tell you how much one does not feel like talking to someone in an interview setting after spending eight hours talking to people in the work setting?
Snow everywhere and, as usual, everyone in Upstate New York forgot how to drive in the snow over the summer. Dudes, this was nothing! This is the kind of snow we will sneeze at come February! But today? Freakouts left and right, people driving off roads, going twenty miles an hour on the major roadways. I can tell I'm cranky when I see an accident ahead and my first thought is, "How could they be so *stupid* and completely ruin my evening?"
Needless to say, was horribly late, which was fine because the interviewer dude was even more horribly late than I, and it was All Good. Had to meet with Big Boss Guy instead, who did a good job of pretending he'd seen my resume before I walked through the door, and then the real interview dude walked in twenty minutes later and guess how long I was interviewed. No, really. Guess. For an administrative assistant to one attorney.
Over! Two! Hours!
Oh God, by the end, I was sitting there and he was telling me about some Appellate Brief and all that ran through my head was, "Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, maintain eye contact, nod, look interested, look interested, DEAR GOD STOMACH, DON'T DARE GRUMBLE LIKE YOU DID RIGHT BEFORE LUNCH AT WORK WHEN THERE WERE FIVE PEOPLE SITTING SILENTLY IN THE ROOM WITH YOU, focus, focus, STAY AWAKE." I escaped and ran out to meet my poor mother who had been waiting for me all that time! I felt like such a jerk, but what can one do when one is in such a situation? Bolt out of the interview. "I'm sorry, I have to go, my mom's waiting for me outside in the car...I know, I look old for fifteen, don't I?" Loser!
Ran out to the car, opened the door, and my mother burst out with, "I thought you were DEAD!" I am obviously my mother's daughter as I found her assumption after I didn't appear for two-plus hours in an office building to be completely logical -- I had clearly been kidnapped, whisked out the back door, and possibly murdered. My mother was keeping track of who went in and out of the building and was about to call my father to find out how long she should wait before storming the building when I came running out. I sit here and consider, for a moment, the potential embarrassment factor, and duly thank the Lord for not letting such a thing come to pass.
Then picked up the tarded car at the dealership, grabbed some subs for dinner, and got home at nine and now it's 1AM, I should be in bed, but I promised myself I'd finish this cover letter for another job before I went to bed and I haven't started. Loathe self mightily. What to do??? Do cover letters have to be really long? Blech. I have to be up in five hours! And I will probably have to leave early because of crappy road conditions, which means getting up earlier, which just compounds the self-loathing. Maybe I won't send a cover letter.
Can't do that!! I suck. IT's not my fault, though! I only found out about the job after I got home tonight and i need to fax this in tomorrow and ok, so I've had four hours to do that, but still! I had to harass Kaelie and read Harry Potter fanfiction and get my clothes ready for tomorrow and watch General Hospital! My schedule was PACKED!
Ok. Am going to write something. Hope it makes sense.
And this may, possibly, be my rambliest LJ entry ever.
