And it's not even 10:45 AM yet.
As most folks here probably know already, I had an appointment for a second interview -- a monster of a second interview -- with a company in NYC this afternoon.
When I agreed to that appointment, I had forgotten that I had also promised to take my mother-in-law to the train station this morning so she can leave on a trip to Florida. No problem, sez I when I remember, she's using one of the trains I was planning on using -- I'll just pick her up on my way, and we'll get on together, and we'll keep each other company as far as the Newark Airport station.
But wait, sez the wife, my mother is probably going to have lots of bags and she's not walking that well recently --you're probably going to have to tote them all up onto the platform and into the train for her, and you'll get all sweaty and you don't want to go to your interview all sweaty now, do you?
Um, no, sez I. I guess I'll take her to the train in my grubbies, then come back home, change into my suit, and go back to the train station.
Pleased with this solution, I go to bed. A couple hours later than I should have. And get a bad night's sleep.
So I wake up with an insufficient-sleep headache, do my morning ablutions, and get dressed. I get Peggy up and off to work. I get Peg's mom to the train -- and she has only one bag, and it's no effort to get it and her about. I get home, change, and get back to the train station. And get to watch the last train that would make things convenient for me pull out as I get up on the platform.
No problem, sez I, I will just have to have a quicker lunch than I planned. I buy my tickets and sit down to wait for the next train, some 45 minute hence.
So what am I doing here describing all this instead of sitting on the train or hitting the mean streets of NYC?
Simple. While I was having one of those days, so was the company that I am going to interview at. As I sat on the platform waiting, the HR person called me and asked if I would mind rescheduling, because she was out sick, and the CTO's daughter was in the hospital with a possible broken hand, and so on... I graciously allowed as how that would make my life a bit easier given the course of my day, and we both agreed to arrange a new interview date tomorrow, when she would (hopefully) be back in the office. So I went home, where I could be headachy and tired without it affecting my future employment prospects as much as it might have.
Thus endeth the lesson.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
As most folks here probably know already, I had an appointment for a second interview -- a monster of a second interview -- with a company in NYC this afternoon.
When I agreed to that appointment, I had forgotten that I had also promised to take my mother-in-law to the train station this morning so she can leave on a trip to Florida. No problem, sez I when I remember, she's using one of the trains I was planning on using -- I'll just pick her up on my way, and we'll get on together, and we'll keep each other company as far as the Newark Airport station.
But wait, sez the wife, my mother is probably going to have lots of bags and she's not walking that well recently --you're probably going to have to tote them all up onto the platform and into the train for her, and you'll get all sweaty and you don't want to go to your interview all sweaty now, do you?
Um, no, sez I. I guess I'll take her to the train in my grubbies, then come back home, change into my suit, and go back to the train station.
Pleased with this solution, I go to bed. A couple hours later than I should have. And get a bad night's sleep.
So I wake up with an insufficient-sleep headache, do my morning ablutions, and get dressed. I get Peggy up and off to work. I get Peg's mom to the train -- and she has only one bag, and it's no effort to get it and her about. I get home, change, and get back to the train station. And get to watch the last train that would make things convenient for me pull out as I get up on the platform.
No problem, sez I, I will just have to have a quicker lunch than I planned. I buy my tickets and sit down to wait for the next train, some 45 minute hence.
So what am I doing here describing all this instead of sitting on the train or hitting the mean streets of NYC?
Simple. While I was having one of those days, so was the company that I am going to interview at. As I sat on the platform waiting, the HR person called me and asked if I would mind rescheduling, because she was out sick, and the CTO's daughter was in the hospital with a possible broken hand, and so on... I graciously allowed as how that would make my life a bit easier given the course of my day, and we both agreed to arrange a new interview date tomorrow, when she would (hopefully) be back in the office. So I went home, where I could be headachy and tired without it affecting my future employment prospects as much as it might have.
Thus endeth the lesson.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.