I'm being sent another message it seems. And true to form, I'm not really sure what it is. Let's reflect on the last week of my life, shall we?
Friday: I noticed a burning smell coming from my room, so I went in to inspect. At first, I thought something in my ceiling fan had burnt out, until I glanced over at my bed and saw smoke rising. First thought: That can't be good. So I unplugged the heater, pulled the bladder (waterbed) back, and discovered that my heater had shorted out - and the heat has created a hole in my bed that is now leaking onto the shorted out wires of the heater. Science time kids: water + electricity = FIRE! Luckily, it was a small one and we got it put out before any real damage was done. My bed was a goner, though, and the next 40 minutes consisted of my dad and I trying to prop a waterbed bladder with roughly 30 gallons of water in it at an angle where the lining of the bed would catch the majority of the water and not flood my entire room. There was still minor flooding, but nothing serious enough to constitute an ark, thank goodness. Did I mention I was trying to conduct a phone interview while all of this is taking place? Ankle deep in water watching the bed that I adore, albeit it circa 1985, die a slow and painful death, and trying to explain what kind of work environment I thrive in. It did prompt a great answer, though, "Well, Amanda, funny you should ask that...I work best under pressure and am highly skilled at multi-tasking" --- I nailed the interview and was invited to final rounds on Wednesday!
Wednesday (today): I awake at 2 am after roughly 3 hours of scattered sleep and start to get ready for my big day in Dallas - 2 final rounds for jobs that I really want. My hair was perfect! PERFECT! I was out the door in less than an hour and had an uneventful 2 hour drive to Vegas. As I go to check in, I am told that a tornado has hit the Dallas-Fort Worth airport and I have been re-booked on a flight connecting in St. Louis that will arrive in Dallas at 2:30 pm (the start time of my SECOND interview). This is clearly not good. Not good at all. So I call both companies, explain the situation, and ask if a date next week would work. They say sure, I get my travel vouchers and a coffee and start to make the trek home.
About 20 miles into my trip, I went to pass a box truck and right when I was next to him, he swerved into my lane and came thisclose to side swiping my brand new car. I honk and look over at the driver, who has to easily be 6'0 / 300 lbs., cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and tattoos that I'm certain were demonic covering his arms. This does not phase me. Not the day to mess with me, Mr. Big Scary Trucker Man. I don't care that you're a foot taller and more than double my weight, you come near my new car again and I will get out and take you down. I gave him my best badass look (think of a small child pouting because they can't have a cookie --- that's about as tough as I get, but he doesn't know that!) and proceeded to pass him. About 3 miles later, there he is to my left, swerving into my lane AGAIN. Now I'm pissed. So I called the highway patrol and reported him and followed him for the next 20 miles until he got pulled over. Don't mess with the princess and her car. I may not be able to kick your butt, but I'll call someone who can. That's right, I tattled. Get over it.
Finally, I get home and decided to look up new flight dates to e-mail to my prospective employers and see what days we can find in common. As luck would have it, anything flying between Las Vegas and Dallas-Fort Worth in the next two weeks is priced between $470 - $1100 just for the flight. Is American Airlines aware that I just want to buy a ride, not an actual plane? I think there must be some confusion. I even looked up Friday the 13th, thinking fares would be dirt cheap that day. Wrong again. $979! What sense does that make?!! First of all, who is stupid enough to fly on Friday the 13th? Secondly, who is going to pay a grand to be sentenced to their certain death?! I know it may be a silly superstition, but I like my life, and I'm not going to invite death on over, and I sure as heck will not lure it to me at a price tag of a THOUSAND DOLLARS. Newsflash: jumping off a cliff is free.
What is the world coming to? And what the heck did I do to deserve this? Seriously!
I'm going to bed now. And by bed, I am referring to the air mattress that is currently living in the frame for my waterbed because I refuse to give in to regular mattress sleeping. That's right, I'm not going down without a fight.
Friday: I noticed a burning smell coming from my room, so I went in to inspect. At first, I thought something in my ceiling fan had burnt out, until I glanced over at my bed and saw smoke rising. First thought: That can't be good. So I unplugged the heater, pulled the bladder (waterbed) back, and discovered that my heater had shorted out - and the heat has created a hole in my bed that is now leaking onto the shorted out wires of the heater. Science time kids: water + electricity = FIRE! Luckily, it was a small one and we got it put out before any real damage was done. My bed was a goner, though, and the next 40 minutes consisted of my dad and I trying to prop a waterbed bladder with roughly 30 gallons of water in it at an angle where the lining of the bed would catch the majority of the water and not flood my entire room. There was still minor flooding, but nothing serious enough to constitute an ark, thank goodness. Did I mention I was trying to conduct a phone interview while all of this is taking place? Ankle deep in water watching the bed that I adore, albeit it circa 1985, die a slow and painful death, and trying to explain what kind of work environment I thrive in. It did prompt a great answer, though, "Well, Amanda, funny you should ask that...I work best under pressure and am highly skilled at multi-tasking" --- I nailed the interview and was invited to final rounds on Wednesday!
Wednesday (today): I awake at 2 am after roughly 3 hours of scattered sleep and start to get ready for my big day in Dallas - 2 final rounds for jobs that I really want. My hair was perfect! PERFECT! I was out the door in less than an hour and had an uneventful 2 hour drive to Vegas. As I go to check in, I am told that a tornado has hit the Dallas-Fort Worth airport and I have been re-booked on a flight connecting in St. Louis that will arrive in Dallas at 2:30 pm (the start time of my SECOND interview). This is clearly not good. Not good at all. So I call both companies, explain the situation, and ask if a date next week would work. They say sure, I get my travel vouchers and a coffee and start to make the trek home.
About 20 miles into my trip, I went to pass a box truck and right when I was next to him, he swerved into my lane and came thisclose to side swiping my brand new car. I honk and look over at the driver, who has to easily be 6'0 / 300 lbs., cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and tattoos that I'm certain were demonic covering his arms. This does not phase me. Not the day to mess with me, Mr. Big Scary Trucker Man. I don't care that you're a foot taller and more than double my weight, you come near my new car again and I will get out and take you down. I gave him my best badass look (think of a small child pouting because they can't have a cookie --- that's about as tough as I get, but he doesn't know that!) and proceeded to pass him. About 3 miles later, there he is to my left, swerving into my lane AGAIN. Now I'm pissed. So I called the highway patrol and reported him and followed him for the next 20 miles until he got pulled over. Don't mess with the princess and her car. I may not be able to kick your butt, but I'll call someone who can. That's right, I tattled. Get over it.
Finally, I get home and decided to look up new flight dates to e-mail to my prospective employers and see what days we can find in common. As luck would have it, anything flying between Las Vegas and Dallas-Fort Worth in the next two weeks is priced between $470 - $1100 just for the flight. Is American Airlines aware that I just want to buy a ride, not an actual plane? I think there must be some confusion. I even looked up Friday the 13th, thinking fares would be dirt cheap that day. Wrong again. $979! What sense does that make?!! First of all, who is stupid enough to fly on Friday the 13th? Secondly, who is going to pay a grand to be sentenced to their certain death?! I know it may be a silly superstition, but I like my life, and I'm not going to invite death on over, and I sure as heck will not lure it to me at a price tag of a THOUSAND DOLLARS. Newsflash: jumping off a cliff is free.
What is the world coming to? And what the heck did I do to deserve this? Seriously!
I'm going to bed now. And by bed, I am referring to the air mattress that is currently living in the frame for my waterbed because I refuse to give in to regular mattress sleeping. That's right, I'm not going down without a fight.
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