So, let's here it for the shittiest day I've had in...well, quite some time.

It all started this morning. I couldn't really get to sleep 'cause I was nervous about today. You see, I had a job interview scheduled for today. Long story short, a friend from church had an opening at his company, and thought of me, since I've been looking for a "real job". Well, he SEVERELY fast-tracked the whole thing. I heard about this thing around Sunday, and he sets up an interview for TODAY. So, anyway, I couldn't sleep, because I was nervous for that.

Plus, I kinda missed Natalie, so I pulled one of those "I just called to say I love you" deals. She was having the time of her life at Denny's. I wish I had a life....

So, I passed out while researching the company. Passed out around 5 AM. Had a phone call at 8. Had to talk to the guy about said company so I wouldn't mess up the interview. Afterwards, I decided to get a little more sleep. Only to be woken up by my mother. My cousin wasn't breathing, so she was on her way to the hospital to check it out.

Well, I was worried about that, but told to go to my interview. Yeah, like I could really keep my mind on the Bureau of Transportation Statistics at a time like this...

Right after Mommy left, I got a call that my cousin had passed away...I'm never good with these things, which is odd since "death is my gift". I called Mommy, who didn't really take it well at all. I had to calm her down via cell phone.

The whole family went to the hospital, but I ended up feeling like an asshole. I was told to go to my interview...

I decided to go running to clear my head. Usually, I run at Wheaon High, but I never do it during the day 'cause I knew summer school's going on, and I didn't want to be seen. Anyway, "desparate times..." So, I run all the way there to discover, yes, summer school DOES have P.E. And if I ran on the track, I'd be a trespasser. I'd be the skeazy old guy watching the high school girls run around. So, I just ran home. Showered, but kept sweating 'cause it was hot as a bastard.

The interview people wanted a writing sample, but one that didn't have professor's comments written all over it and stuff. Well, I didn't really have time to go digging, so I ended up printing them a copy of my final paper for entomology. I figured it looked technical enough. So, here I am, worried about dead cousins, nervous about interviews, and I realize: I don't have change for the bus!

So, I decide I'll ask my neighbor for a ride to the Metro. Once there, I don't have change for the farecard. I walk to 7/11 'cause I figure I can buy deodorant, which I knew I'd be needing soon. Get there, they don't have my deodorant. I end up buying a pack of gum just to break a $20. I walk back to the Metro, buy a farecard, just in time for some Metro bastard to tell everyone that a train's derailed near Silver Spring, and there'd be no more trains into DC. By this point, I had about an hr to get from Wheaton to downtown DC. I did some quick thinking, hopped a bus to Rockville, hoping I could get a train into DC from the other side of the loop. The plan works, but I get there with no time to spare, and I've got no idea where the building is. I have to call the people, on the exact minute I'm supposed to be interviewing, asking them for directions. They were nice about it, and in about 5 mintues, I was there.

Now for the interview: It went well. I really don't know how it could've gone any better. But there was a caveat: I have these pretentious little glasses I wear when I'm trying to look smart, but they're pure glass, which means I still have to wear contacts. Well, all summer my contacts have been giving me all sorts of problems, and I haven't had the time to go to an eye doctor. I knew I shouldn't have worn 'em, but I HAD to. So, at the beginning of the interview, the left eye starts acting up, right on cue. I dab it with my hankerchief, telling them that my allergies are acting up. That works....for awhile. I struggle to look the interviewers in the eye, all the while suffering from the inability to focus. Finally, they ask if I need to use the restroom. I say "yes", just as my contact falls onto my cheek. Now, just try to visualize this. Youre' looking at a person, wearing glasses, whose contact lens falls out on his cheek. Why does he have contacts if he's wearing glasses? I didn't even want to answer a question like that, and thankfully they didn't process the situation enough to even "go there". So, in the bathroom, I made a desparate decision: I'd throw out the contact. I had no choice. I couldn't keep squinting like George Bush during a press conference. So, I figured I'd go on at 50% and just leave the right contact in. I got through the rest of the interview, but I was also half-blind, which kinda gave me a headache.

After that was all said and done, I STILL had to go to work at H&M! I hopped back on the Metro, and ended up at work around 6. I REALLY didn't want to be there, but I didn't want to use a bunch of excuses. Even though I had a TON of legitimate reasons for not being there, I felt I still had an obligation. On top of this, I was SOAKED because it was HOT AS BALLS, and I'd been running around the fucking DC-Metro area in a navy suit all day! But I refused to buy clothes just to wear at work, for a mere three hours.

Around 8, Natalie dropped by, which I really needed 'cause I hadn't seen her all day, and I just needed a friend. We went for cookies and a walk. It really meant a lot that she dropped by. So loving that girl...Anyway, I finished up work around 10:30, and it seemed like the world was converging on Apex. Natalie was heading there. Brett was on his way there. For some reason, Apex truly was its namesake tonight. I REALLY needed a drink, but I couldn't go for several reasons: 1) I REALLY need to cut back my patronage at gay bars, especially after the other night's incident at Drag Bingo (No, I haven't posted about that yet. Still deciding if i will...) 2) I was in a suit, so I would've looked like some kind of 1940's NARC. 3) Everyone going was already either going with someone else, or meeting someone, so I didn't want to be anyone's third wheel.

I ended up running to Blockbuster. Not sure why. The prospect of cheap, previously-viewed, yet shitty movies always cheers me up. Bought something. Went to Wendy's 'cause I hadn't really eaten, and I waited for the last bus, which is always entertainingly filled with degenerates.

I got home about 30 mins ago, and Natalie called me from Apex. Funny girl. She thinks she might be drunk. I LOVE that! She thinks she might be drunk! She's not sure. In fact, she thought someone might've put something in her drink, which is NOT funny, but the whole placebo effect had taken over. So, whether or not it was true, she was convincing herself that something was chemically unusual inside of her. Then, while we're talking, I hear a familiar voice in the background ask, "Do you know William West?" For a moment, I thought, 'Who the fuck is asking about me at the GAY CLUB?!!!" Then, I remembered: I'd told Brett that Natalie was gonna be there, and said, "If you see a cute chick with cool glasses, that's her." By no means did I expect him to actually run into her. Apex is such a Twinkie crowd that I figured he'd be too distracted. But apparently, he'd been sitting next to her during our entire conversation, and didn't know it was her 'til someone said her name! Small world....

So, here I am. Minus one great cousin. Plus one giant headache. A whole bunch of stress and uncertainty, and now my best friends have met, which weirds me out 'cause I hate when my worlds collide, but let's hope tomorrow's a LOT better.

I think this is my longest post to date. Before I go, a few shout-outs:

Hey Austin, always great hearing from ya! Glad to know you're still reading. And thanks for the advice. I say so much, I must say I'd forgotten that little nugget. I appreciate the reminder! Throw me some more Bat/Office Space trivia when you get a chance!

Hey Shelly! We share more of a dork bond now that you know what's going on in my head. Let's hope this interview thing works out so we can finally drink!

T, once again, thanks for everything...

Jenn, update your damn page...

Posted by William @ 8/20/2004 02:23:18 AM
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