What the fuck? Why does the world hate me?????
I got a call yesterday that I have been asked to come for an interview for the dream job... you know, the one I was tortured by having to take the typing test for. But before you go getting all jumping up and down kinda happy.... the first interview is next wednesday, the 8th. As in, 1 day after my surgery. As in there is not a chance in hell that I would be able to make it to the interview.
I explained to the HR person that I was having a medical procedure done on Tuesday and that there was no way I would be able to make it Wednesday. She asked me if I thought I could make it to a final interview the following week if I was chosen. I said yes (all the time thinking, I have no idea?!?! But swear to god I will find a way to get out of bed and make it there) I then told her two things. 1- that I would be able and willing to come for an interview at any time on Monday that would be convenient to anyone on the committee. 2- that I would be willing to reschedule my surgery in order to make these interviews if I had to, because this job was that important to me. (a bit suck-upish I know, but I was being honest)
She said she was going to call the committee chair and explain the situation to him and see what he wants to do and that she would call me back when she heard from him. OF COURSE she never called back by the end of the day, so I was on pins and needles all night. I hardly slept. I tossed and turned all night. I was in such a funk, I completely stood up my friends last night, which of course I now feel EXTREMELY guilty about. And I am tired and cranky this morning on top of it all.
On the other hand, I did read
ElizaGirl's blog last night and I laughed so hard i almost peed myself. This girl has
THE funniest blog on this entire site. Seriously, if you haven't read it, you need to. You will thank yourself later.
In other news, my boss has decided that my leaving for surgery is a chance for him to give me
INSANE amounts of work to complete before the end of the day today. At last count, my to do list was running 2 pages long and of course included various computer network stuff that can only be done at the wee hours of the morning when there is no one else around so I can power down the network. I really wanna take a cue from
ElizaGirl and tell him to go eat a dick.
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EDIT (5:45pm)
The HR lady never called me back, so I called her. She told me (in a very annoyed sort of voice) that she hadn't called me back because the chair of the interview committee hadn't gotten back to her and that she would call me when she knew something. LAME.
So now I have to go all weekend worrying about it. I don't have an interview slot yet period that I know of, even for a phone interview on Wednesday, I don't know if I should cancel my surgery or if there is a chance they will see me Monday. I really hate people who don't follow up when that is their JOB! And if I do cancel my surgery to take the interview, what in the hell kind of lies am I going to make up to tell my work why I need time off Wednesday and next Tuesday, when the final interview will be!?!??
and yay for going to punk rock shows in bars, thats pretty much all i do. i'll be doing that the next couple weekends actually. so what did ya think bout going to your first punk rock show?
EDIT: Heh--I hadn't read my blog comments yet. I mean, it was really good to meet you last night, too!