Interview One

Well this week was eventful.

My husband started his new job this week and so far it's really good.

I had two interviews this week, which is exciting. This is the story of the first one. It's one of those that wasn't funny then, but I can laugh about now.

I left Wednesday morning at 7:30 giving myself a half hour of flex time to be to the interview by nine. Parking and driving in the area is kind of a nightmare, so I opted for public transit. Boarding the shuttle to the train station I was confident and proud that I was early and going to make it on time.

The shuttle glided on the road to the station and I got to relax and take in the neighborhood. There was a man standing on his porch calling to a dog out in the yard, a father dropping of identically dressed twin boys off at a day care, and then some Tibetan prayer flags strung across someone's porch. As we were passing by this intriguing cookie shop there was a sudden lurch forward and the engine died. Then came the familiar sound of an engine attempting to start. The driver turned the key again and once again the alternator wouldn't turn over. This was followed by a baited silence among the passengers, all hoping the engine would start.

After a few tries the driver got out and passengers got out their cell phones. A few people called someone to let them know they were going to be late, others were typing on their blackberry's or just looking at their phone. Re-entering the bus the driver was asking someone on a radio to send for another shuttle, we all heard the response that it wouldn't be possible for at least an hour. Panic began to set in for me, umm ok I can figure this out right??

Another passenger looked up from his iphone and announced that there was a bus stop about a sixth of a mile away. Mass exodus began. We all filled out the passenger side door and began briskly walking to the bus stop. Since it was my only hope of making it on time I joined them. However, when I got to the bus stop I remembered, 'oh yeah I don't carry cash and don't have any money on my transit card.....' I asked if I could give someone a couple of bucks tomorrow in exchange for using their transit card. The group's reply was an awkward no. Then one girl said, 'I think it's only another half mile that way.' (Seriously you see someone with a forearm crutch and that's your response, but anyway.)

Determined to make it to my interview on time I started walking as fast as I could to get to the train station. Almost a mile and a half later I made it. (Trying to jog in ballet flats is a bad idea by the way.) My legs were weak and the muscles already angry with me, but I was glad to catch the next train. I hoped beyond hope that I could make it on time. I made it my the transfer station looking at the clock and thinking I might just make it. Then I waited for the D line, and waited and waited. When I knew there was no chance of me arriving on time I called to let them know I would be late. (I really don't like being late.)

Finally the D line arrived and after what seemed like forever I made it to the stop. I got out and headed in the right direction, by then my legs were so weak. I made it to the interview late, though I think it went well.

Making my way back home I had no problem catching my trains or buses, go figure huh.