Showing posts with label Lost and Found. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lost and Found. Show all posts
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Emi Lost and Found Day!
It's finally here! A day where I can celebrate one of my favourite book series, one of my favourite authors and one of my best friends all rolled into one!
What is Emi Lost and Found Day, you may well ask? Well, 18 May is the birthday of Emi Hennigan. She is the main character in the Emi Lost and Found series. Obviously. The series consists of three books, each of which is told from a different character's point of view but each of which centres around Emi. I don't want to give too much away to those of you who haven't read the series yet (WHY HAVE YOU NOT READ THE SERIES YET?) but here is my summary of the books:
Book 1 is Lost and Found, told by Nate Wilson. Sigh, Nate. Nate is a successful artist and his best friend is Emi. They've been friends since high school, but Nate has always wanted to be more. This book takes us through the ups and downs of their relationship. Fair warning: you are going to want to slap both Nate and Emi during the course of this book, but this is one of the reasons I love these characters so much! I mean, who of us have not wanted to slap our closest friends at times? And that's what these characters become to readers - friends, who you'll want to visit with again and again.
Book 2 is Time Stands Still and is told by Emi herself. Emi is struggling to get over a heart-breaking loss, and believe me, you will cry with her. Often. And this is coming from someone who practically brags about not being a crier. I sobbed, okay? I sobbed. But there is light and the end of Emi's dark tunnel and it's a wonderful journey to take with her.
Book 3, Never Look Back, is told by Jack Holland. Sigh, Jack. Jack has harboured a secret crush for Emi since college and one fantastical kiss. But being the gentleman he is, Jack has never let anyone know about his feelings. Well, hardly anyone. Jack is handsome and successful and kind and gentle and I could just go on and on about Jack. He is also patient. Very, very patient. Will all Jack's dreams come true? Well, you'll just have to read the books to find out.
And I really do encourage you with all my heart to read these books. Lori is a wonderful story teller, and her stories are real. They may be heart-breaking at times, they may make you cross, but they'll also make you laugh and sigh and smile and hug yourself.
I am very thankful that I decided to read Lori's books and I just know that she'll be telling us wonderful stories for many, many years to come.
So Emi Lost and Found Day is a day for us fanatical fans to share our love for Emi with anyone and everyone who will listen. You will see us all over the interwebs, on Facebook, on Twitter, all over. Just look out for appropriate hashtags and pictures. Many of us will be changing our profile pics and avis in our show of support.
And if you want to know more, click on the Emi Lost and Found button on the top left of this page. You won't be sorry!
Friday, 9 November 2012
PROJECT 365: Part 17
I am a Blogess!
Oh my gosh!!!! My sister came and spent the Saturday with me. We did girly stuff, like shopping and eating and wishing we had more money. And SHE BOUGHT ME THIS! Now, Supernatural Season 7 has not aired over here yet. I think Season 6 might be showing on some channel but we are pretty far behind. In fact, apparently it was rather difficult for her to find a store that had Season 7 in stock. They were either sold out or hadn't come in at all yet. I am loving watching this because it's the first time I've been able to see the series special features like commentary and deleted scenes and gag reels. I haven't finished watching the season yet. I know, I know, y'all can't believe it. I should've been finished within one weekend, but it has been (and will continue to be) a very busy few weeks. And honestly? I don't want it to end. Season 8 has just started to air in the US, so I'll have to wait like a whole year before it's released on DVD. I may go into withdrawal.
I have 3 bookshelves (hey there's an idea for other photos...). The first is a small one I inherited from my mother (she had no choice) which holds all my 'pretty' classics. Mostly. The third is a - I think 'modular' is the word - a 'modular' bookshelf that I fell in love with and had to have. And then decided it would house all my reference books. Mostly. The one above is the first bookshelf I bought when I moved out of my parent's house and the second I put in my new house. It is mostly fiction, and the long term plan is that it will become ALL fiction, just as soon as I get enough bookshelves to house the non-fiction currently kept here. It should be mentioned that my system does change periodically. For example, my Harry Potter's and Tolkien's etc were once kept on the pretty-classics bookshelf because, well they are, but then I ran out of space.
My books are generally arranged thematically and then alphabetically. Until I run out of space for that system and books just need to be arranged for optimum space usage. The top three shelves here are general fiction, ending with a pile of to-read books and a manuscript from a friend that is just so good, that is where it needs to stay. As you can see I arrange themes according to differently oriented stacks. The next shelf is miscellaneous odd books like The Big Book of Insults. Then important fantasy books and their associated publications starting with my Harry Potter collection, including Beedle the Bard and Hogwarts text books, and moving on to Tolkien, my Tolkien companion, my Middle Earth map, and my one LoTR movie guide. Then come my beautiful hardcover editions of The Neverending Story and The Princess Bride.
Next, stacked horizontally, comes the biographies, autobiographies and other real life books. I would prefer these to have a separate shelf, but economizing is key. Next comes all the books that technically belong to other people (like my mother) that I still have to read.
The bottom self is dedicated to books too large to put elsewhere and reference type books. Starting with my Illustrated Guides to the Star Wars universe, then Star Trek and X-Files companions, then fairy tales, and a children's Bible, and a set of old Household Encyclopedias (which are interesting and hilarious. They include recipes, laundry tips, dog breeding tips, articles on gardening... Everything a housewife needs to know...). Then we move on to my travel section which is all about South Africa with one book on Swaziland. And lastly comes my pet section.
Huh. On second thought, maybe it would be better if I don't include photo's of my other bookshelves. I seem to get carried away...
Onwards!
Another prezzy from SisHaw. You can't see it so clearly in this photo but the nail polish is striped. What you do, is paint one coat on all your nails. Then start with the second coat; you paint one nail and immediately hold the little magnet that comes with it over your nail for a few seconds. And voila! Stripes! You have to do that finger by finger so it takes a little longer than usual but I think it looks great. And an added bonus is that this is the best lasting nail polish I have ever had.
You know. Coz it's plaid... As one Facebook friend pointed out this is also a bonus photograph of my boobs. You lucky things.
This is taken from the north, looking south. The photo of the Square on Day 52 was taken sort of from the south-east. At least, I think so. My compass point direction skills are not good. Anyway, as you can see it was an overcast day. We've been having a lot of those. But I love the filter I used because it makes it look like one of the photographs which I've actually seen of the Square from like 30 or 40 years ago.
Another photo taken with my little BlackBerry that I am very chuffed with.
It had been such a rainy week, and I was just complaining to my friend, who lives in Pietermaritzburg where they are having a similar problem. I mean I love rainy days. I really do. But I cannot remember the last time we had so much rain during September/October. We are a summer rainfall area, but it's never been like this. In fact the last 10 years or so, our really rainy period has been March to May-ish. And the temperature is crazy cold for the end of the year here in Sunny South Africa. As I sit typing this, I am wearing winter clothes and have my office heater on. Again. On the 9th of November. (I totally had to check that it was Friday. I nearly panicked)
SisHaw and I are all official for the midnight screening of Breaking Dawn on 15/16 November. It seems they are actually having a 10pm screening as well, but that felt like cheating.
The 27th of October was MaHaw's 60th Birthday. As it fell so close to Halloween, SisHaw and I thought giving it a Halloween theme would be one way of making it memorable. It was a good evening with friends and family. What better photo for this day than one of the three Haws?
The morning after. I think Penny was hungover...
I don't know Sam or Oliver's birthdates. So we celebrate their Gotting-You-Day's instead. Sam's is a particularly special day. You see, in August 2009 Sam went missing. I know, cats wander. But Sam doesn't. Sam is a stay-at-home-preferably-in-one-spot-all-the-time-don't-make-me-go-outside cat. She has issues. Most people will say she's not a very nice cat. One of those people might be me. I will say she was a horrible kitten. She's not friendly or cuddly and she shouts and cusses at me every day. But she loves me and I love her. We understand each other, or at least I understand her most of the time and she appreciates that. There are occasions where she cuddles me; she will climb on top of me, snuggle down, and gently put her paw on my face, and that there is her saying she loves me. I better not move though. I love Sam, and when she didn't show up for supper that day, I basically knew she was dead. She's a home cat, she does not explore, there is nothing that would keep her away past supper time. We searched and searched, and I put up flyer's everywhere. I couldn't just give up even though deep down I had. Sam needed me. She is not an outside cat with street smarts.
She was gone for 17 days. Possibly the worst 17 days of my life. Every evening I would go out to the front, and then to the back of the house to call her, just in case. There was nothing more that I could do, but I could keep doing that. Honestly, after 17 days, what was the point? But I did it every night, breaking down in tears every time. On the 17th night I'd left it pretty late. I got up and went out the back and called. Nothing. I went out the front and called. Nothing. As I was locking the front door, I thought I heard something, but do you know how often I thought I had heard her during those 17 days? Then I heard it again. I flew outside and started calling again and then I saw her running to me. (I may be getting teary writing this) I burst into tears and scooped her up in my arms. This was late at night, and I have no idea what the neighbours must have thought but I didn't care. I held her so tight and she barely struggled even though she doesn't like it. I took her to the kitchen, sobbing the entire time and gave her food. I then proceeded to sit on the kitchen floor and ugly-cry while phoning my Mom to tell her Sam was home. And she was fine. A bit thin but fine. I have no idea where she went or how she managed to get back home but I am so grateful. I try to remember this every time she cusses at me loudly when I don't feed her on time.
October is just full of birthdays! GranHaw is PopHaw's mommy and is your typical cuddly granny. You know, the one who bakes and lets you get away with anything? I don't see her nearly often enough since I moved.
All of my awesome Halloween duckies came from my awesome friend Worm, all the way from America! She sent me about 67 rubber duckies, and these are all the Halloween ones!
I had a fantastic Halloween. It's not so big here, yet, so there are no Trick or Treat interruptions. It was a cold rainy evening, so I bathed, snuggled under a blanket with some pumpkin soup and sweets, and proceeded to read horror Twilight fanfiction, listen to my Halloween playlist (which I had made for MaHaw's birthday party) and tweet all the songs that were playing. Perfect.
This stash actually lasted a lot longer than anticipated. In fact, I still have a few lollipops.
Because expensive and important things always break when all the money is gone. This time, it was a brakespring...?
For more on this, go here.
I know, I know I post a lot of photographs of my herd. But really, when they do things like this, what am I supposed to do? I feel I should apologise for the amount of pet photographs, but I'm not going to.
The Jacaranda's are in bloom once again in the Jacaranda City (as Pretoria is known because of the sheer number of these trees within the city). Everything looks so pretty and purple I can't promise you won't get more Jacaranda photos.
This the driveway of the property on which my house is situated and I get to drive through this every day for a few weeks every year!
Lori sent me these new editions of her books, with the newly designed covers, months and months and months ago. But they never arrived. And the transport strike over here did not help. We were so worried that Lori contacted the company and they promised they'd send a new set. Now either these are those, or the originals finally found their way to me, and there is another set on the way...
Aren't they pretty? Don't you just wanna read em?!?!
May I just say that this is a hell of a thing for one to witness first thing in the morning while one is brushing one's teeth...
...as is clear from it's ears.
Everyone is very excited although PopHaw is disappointed that no where seems to make racing suits or helmets for under 3 year old....
That's all for now, folks!
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| Day 209: I must've been a VERY good girl! |
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| Day 210: The Mostly-Fiction bookshelf. |
My books are generally arranged thematically and then alphabetically. Until I run out of space for that system and books just need to be arranged for optimum space usage. The top three shelves here are general fiction, ending with a pile of to-read books and a manuscript from a friend that is just so good, that is where it needs to stay. As you can see I arrange themes according to differently oriented stacks. The next shelf is miscellaneous odd books like The Big Book of Insults. Then important fantasy books and their associated publications starting with my Harry Potter collection, including Beedle the Bard and Hogwarts text books, and moving on to Tolkien, my Tolkien companion, my Middle Earth map, and my one LoTR movie guide. Then come my beautiful hardcover editions of The Neverending Story and The Princess Bride.
Next, stacked horizontally, comes the biographies, autobiographies and other real life books. I would prefer these to have a separate shelf, but economizing is key. Next comes all the books that technically belong to other people (like my mother) that I still have to read.
The bottom self is dedicated to books too large to put elsewhere and reference type books. Starting with my Illustrated Guides to the Star Wars universe, then Star Trek and X-Files companions, then fairy tales, and a children's Bible, and a set of old Household Encyclopedias (which are interesting and hilarious. They include recipes, laundry tips, dog breeding tips, articles on gardening... Everything a housewife needs to know...). Then we move on to my travel section which is all about South Africa with one book on Swaziland. And lastly comes my pet section.
Huh. On second thought, maybe it would be better if I don't include photo's of my other bookshelves. I seem to get carried away...
Onwards!
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| Day 211: Magnetic nail polish! |
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| Day 212: My Bella shirt. |
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| Day 213: Church Square from another angle. You can see the statue of Paul Kruger looking over his city towards the north. |
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| Day 214: Missing! One sun. Makes periodic appearances just to tease and then disappears again. |
It had been such a rainy week, and I was just complaining to my friend, who lives in Pietermaritzburg where they are having a similar problem. I mean I love rainy days. I really do. But I cannot remember the last time we had so much rain during September/October. We are a summer rainfall area, but it's never been like this. In fact the last 10 years or so, our really rainy period has been March to May-ish. And the temperature is crazy cold for the end of the year here in Sunny South Africa. As I sit typing this, I am wearing winter clothes and have my office heater on. Again. On the 9th of November. (I totally had to check that it was Friday. I nearly panicked)
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| Day 215: We're booked! |
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| Day 216: Happy Birthday! |
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| Day 217: Silly sleepy puppy. |
| Day 218: Happy Gotting-You-Day Sam! 5 years today. |
She was gone for 17 days. Possibly the worst 17 days of my life. Every evening I would go out to the front, and then to the back of the house to call her, just in case. There was nothing more that I could do, but I could keep doing that. Honestly, after 17 days, what was the point? But I did it every night, breaking down in tears every time. On the 17th night I'd left it pretty late. I got up and went out the back and called. Nothing. I went out the front and called. Nothing. As I was locking the front door, I thought I heard something, but do you know how often I thought I had heard her during those 17 days? Then I heard it again. I flew outside and started calling again and then I saw her running to me. (I may be getting teary writing this) I burst into tears and scooped her up in my arms. This was late at night, and I have no idea what the neighbours must have thought but I didn't care. I held her so tight and she barely struggled even though she doesn't like it. I took her to the kitchen, sobbing the entire time and gave her food. I then proceeded to sit on the kitchen floor and ugly-cry while phoning my Mom to tell her Sam was home. And she was fine. A bit thin but fine. I have no idea where she went or how she managed to get back home but I am so grateful. I try to remember this every time she cusses at me loudly when I don't feed her on time.
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| Day 219: Happy 91st Birthday GranHaw! |
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| Day 220: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! |
I had a fantastic Halloween. It's not so big here, yet, so there are no Trick or Treat interruptions. It was a cold rainy evening, so I bathed, snuggled under a blanket with some pumpkin soup and sweets, and proceeded to read horror Twilight fanfiction, listen to my Halloween playlist (which I had made for MaHaw's birthday party) and tweet all the songs that were playing. Perfect.
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| Day 221: Post Halloween stash. |
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| Day 222: Waiting for car repairs... |
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| Day 223: Almost Married! |
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| Day 224: How could I not make this my photo of the day? |
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| Day 225: Jacaranda adorned driveway. |
This the driveway of the property on which my house is situated and I get to drive through this every day for a few weeks every year!
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| Day 226: THEY CAME THEY CAME! THEY FINALLY CAME!!!! |
Aren't they pretty? Don't you just wanna read em?!?!
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| Day 227: Murderous ants. And very hardworking. |
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| Day 228: CheeseHaw cooking a kiddie! Meet Sprog. Sprog is part Vulcan... |
Everyone is very excited although PopHaw is disappointed that no where seems to make racing suits or helmets for under 3 year old....
That's all for now, folks!
Monday, 16 May 2011
The Job Interview from Hell
Long time no post. Ja, well I'm not the most prolific blogger. Whatevs.
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.
So I had to sit in a tiny cramped reception, without even a water machine. And the offer of a cup of tea or coffee was too much to dream. Fortunately my friend, Jacqui, lives in the area and was at a meeting in the city so she came and rescued me and we went to a coffee shop. I had a Spicy Chai Hot Chocolate and fresh scones. That was the highlight of my day. God Bless Jacqui and Spicy Chai Hot Chocolate.
So I arrived back at interview building (aka Hell) just after 11:00, and I sat down and waited. And waited and waited and waited and waited. 12:00 came and went and I was still waiting. I asked the receptionist what was going on and she really did not have much of a clue. Or a brain. Which probably accounts for the cluelessness, shame poor thing. Now, I had a 3pm flight to catch which meant I had to be back at the weeny airpot by 14:30 at the absolute latest. 14:00 came and went and so did my chance to catch my flight home. Throughout all of this no-one felt it necessary to inform me of what was going on. I ended up asking the receptionist to put me through to the lady I had previously spoken to, and she (once again) assured me that I would not be sleeping there. Well, thank fuck for that. They were trying to get me a later flight...
Sometime after 14:00 I was finally called into the interview room. There I was (again) assured (I wanted to vomit at that point, and was also suffering from dehydration delusions) that they would fly me home, and at worst, they would put me up for the night. Wait, WHAT?!?!?. I have no idea how the interview went. I told the panel that I was not at my best as I was suffering the effects of stress and exhaustion after being up since 3am and suffering through cock up after cock up (my wording may have been more polite). The interview panel seemed to be under the impression that my interview was scheduled for 13:00 and they couldn't understand why it had been arranged that I fly back at a time that would barely have allowed me to be interviewed. I told them as far as I knew, the interview was not supposed to take place as late as 13:00.
So after a rather speedy interview, where I am sure I came across as narcolepsy sufferer, I was sent back down to the reception to wait. And wait. I was told I would be flying out at 18:30, and someone would drive me the airport soon. I waited and waited and waited. Finally I was in a car on the way back to the airport, with no flight confirmation and a dejected outlook on my life, humanity and the world in general. After a couple of sticky moments at the check in desk where they couldn't find my ticket number, I was finally given my boarding pass. Another hours' wait in the weeny airport, and I was on a plane home.
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.
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.
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| I was getting a bit miffed. |
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| Can fix alot. Unfortunately it didn't last. |
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| Uh... Not so much.. |
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| 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.
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