Cheese With Your Whine?
10.20.2005
All's well that ends well...Wow. Yesterday was an interesting day. I had a second interview scheduled for 5:30 with the company I was so excited about last week. Given that, I had great plans to wake up extra early and make sure that the hair and outfit were perfect. So why in God's name did my alarm decide to not go off?? I woke up at 6:30, which is when I'm supposed to be out the door. I left, not only without great hair, but with only a whore bath, no makeup and with the realization that my black suit jacket is in my car at the repair shop in Frisco - about 20 minutes in the wrong direction.
Fortunately, I've become quite adept at applying make and doing my hair in the car while stuck in traffic.
Given my clothing dilemma, I was in quite a pickle and went at lunch to the only mall around here and Dillards was having a great sale. But, do you know how freakin hard it is to find a plain black jacket? I was wearing striped pants and the only jacket I could find in the whole place had pinstripes. Now, I'm panicking. There's no way I would show up to an interview and not be in a suit. So, I ended up having to buy a pair of plain black pants - again tricky to find this time of year - when I've got about 12 pairs at home. Grrrr....
I headed back to work, dealt with the drama of the jilted insurance agent, and then left a bit early to go get Rylee. The only trouble with her being here in Garland with me is that she's here. Which means when I have to go to Las Colinas, there is no time to drive her back to McKinney and THEN go over there. Fortunately, Kellie who lives on that side of the world was sweet enough to meet me at the place of the interview and take Rylee and Lanie to the park while I was there.
I got to the interview early, and was feeling good, even if a bit frazzled due to my lack of great hair. I kissed the punkin goodbye and walked out of the garage into the building. During my drive over, it dawned on me that I had also left the phone number and suite number of the person I was to interview with in the car. No biggie, I'd just ask the security guard what suite they're in, right?
So I went in, and asked.
C: Can you tell me what suite {company} is in?
Security: We don't have anyone by that name in this building. This is 125. Are you sure they didn't say 225?
C: Yes, I'm sure.
Just knowing that I'm right, I rode the elevator to every single floor and looked around for the company. Nothing.
By this time I'm seriously panicking and it's about 5:35. I'm late, which I hate. So I went back down and talked to another security guard and he told me that they have had lots of people ask for this company and that they're in the building down the street.
Great.
I race out to my car, and park in some other mammoth garage and then go in and ask, with the exact same results as I had in building 125. Nothing. But they direct me to another building.
Freakin great.
I head over there, sweating from my travels, frustrated and embarrassed by my tardiness. I was almost in tears and ready to call Kellie and tell her to come back, that I had just blown an interview by my stupidity, when my phone rang and it was HER!!!
By now, it's 5:45. But she tells me to go back to building 125 and go to the 12th floor. I had already been there and the entire floor was occupied by another company.
"Oh yeah, we share a suite with them."
COULD YOU NOT HAVE TOLD ME THAT BEFORE??????
OMG, I was so frustrated, but put on a happy face, wiped the sweat off and took some deep breaths.
And nailed the interview!! I think I'm going to get an official offer on Friday!!! I loved the area over there and it would be a nice place to live - farther from all my McKinney friends, but if they love me, they'll meet me in Frisco! ;-)
Now my quandary is that I also have an interview with this company next Tuesday and I would like that job too. It's doing exactly what I used to do and it is where I need to be money wise. It's more than I've ever made in my life. The one last night will be a bit less that what I really want, but has the potential to be huge.
Decisions...I guess I'll just spend my day being grateful that I might actually have some options. And waiting for my phone to ring.
