So, 2 weeks ago I finally moved house. This has pro's and cons, for eg: Pro - more space; Con - cockroaches. In the midst of this moving mayhem, I get a phone call confirming that I have been invited to a job interview for a position I applied for a while back. The position is in Kwa-Zulu Natal (KZN), where it is my goal to live in the not too distant future. So an interview for a job there should be a good thing. But it wasn't. I have got far too much going on in my life at the moment to worry about a new job in a different part of the country as well.
So after a small panic attack, I figured seeing as they were going to fly me down for the interview I would go and do my best. Thats when things started going awry. It was Wednesday when I confirmed that I would be attending. By the Monday I had still not heard anything about flight arrangements. As I am most definatley NOT a frequent flyer, I wanted to make sure that everything was organised and arranged (I am slightly OCD that way). So I phoned on Monday and got the assurance I would be sent everything that afternoon. By Tuesday morning, there was still nothing. Tuesday afternoon I phoned twice before I got through to the right person who again assured me they would fax the details to me immediately. The fax came through just before the end of the day. Then I found out that my flight to KZN would be leaving at 6am on Thursday. Which meant I had to be at the airport at least an hour before. Which meant I had to wake up at like 3am, as I live 45min to an hour away from the airport.
I resigned myself to that fact, and as the interview was scheduled for 9am I figured it would be over quickly and I could relax for the rest of the day. My flight back home left KZN at 3pm so it was still gonna be a long day, but I could do it. After making sure that someone would tranport me to and from the airport, I thought all the arrangements were fine and I could relax. HAHAHAHAH.
After waking up pre-sparrows fart on Thursday morning and driving the 45 min to the aiport, I get on the plane and take a deep breath. Thanks to Lori Otto's Lost and Found, I had reading material on my iPod to keep me distracted for the hour long flight. The plane landed at the local (and may I add weeny) airport at 07:10, and I confidently looked around expecting to see someone holding a sign with my name on or something. You know, like you see in the movies? And at airports? Regularly? No. Such. Luck. 'So they're a bit late', I thought to myself, 'I'll just wait around'. By 8am I thought I better contact someone. 'Oh, have you landed already?' I was asked, [DUH!]. I was then told that someone was on their way, but could I please walk out of the airpot to a specific parking area so they could pick me up without having to actually enter the weeny airport. Oh well, I aim to please.
I stood in that specific parking area for 1 hour. ONE FUCKING HOUR! Nowhere to sit except on the pavement, and I didn't want to get my super snappy interview outfit dirty, so I stood. And by this time I was late for my 9am interview. I was finally hooted at, (HOOTED AT)!!! and driven to the place of the interview. Then, wait for it.... I was told the interview had been moved to 12:00.
|I was getting a bit miffed.|
|Can fix alot. Unfortunately it didn't last.|
|Uh... Not so much..|
|After like 11 hours, I doubt I could've spelled my name correctly.|
I still had the 45min drive back to my house, in the dark, and as I had double vision by this time I probably should not have been on the road. I received no apologies, no offers for refreshment, no explanation. And with my luck this will be the job that I am offered.
If it wasn't for Lost and Found I may have lost my mind. It would have been unfindable.