Wednesday, October 12, 2005
How About a Warm Glass of Shut the Hell Up!
I had an interview this morning, which went really well. I was convinced that I didn't want this job before I went into the interview, but figured it would be good practice after a less than stellar performance at the interview I had yesterday. As it turns out, the key to feeling comfortable in an interview seems to be not expecting to get the job in the first place. Okay, I can hardly imagine that this would be the kind of tip that you would get from the pros (are there interviewing "pros"?), but it might be my new mantra. The key to feeling comfortable in an interview seems to be not expecting to get the job in the first place! The key to feeling comfortable in an interview seems to be not expecting to get the job in the first place! It could probably stand to be edited down a bit, but you get the idea.
We've been having a problem with the ice machine in our fridge. For a while, it didn't make ice at all. Then, suddenly, as if to make up for lost time, it started producing far more ice than the ice box in our fridge could handle. We made an appointment to have the the repairman come over this morning between 8 and 11 AM. As I walked down the stairs on the way to the shower this morning, I noticed that the refridgerator was making an obscenely loud and constant noise. I suppose of all days for your fridge to go completely haywire, the day that the repairman is visiting would be an opportune one. As Mike and I yelled to each other over the noise, I think I may have jinxed it.
Me: Man, I don't think I could put up with this noise for more than a day.
Mike: I know, I've only been awake for a few hours and it's already driving me crazy.
After my interview, I was on my way to the front door of 23 Boston Ave, when Mike walked out. He did not look happy.
Me: Did the guy show up?
Mike: Yeah.
Me: Did he fix it?
Mike: It needs a new part. He said it would be 3 weeks.
Oh. My. God. I cannot possibly put up with this noise for 3 weeks. I'm just hoping that my landlord will pay for the charges incurred on my trip to the local insane asylum. I hear they have some good ones around here.
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We've been having a problem with the ice machine in our fridge. For a while, it didn't make ice at all. Then, suddenly, as if to make up for lost time, it started producing far more ice than the ice box in our fridge could handle. We made an appointment to have the the repairman come over this morning between 8 and 11 AM. As I walked down the stairs on the way to the shower this morning, I noticed that the refridgerator was making an obscenely loud and constant noise. I suppose of all days for your fridge to go completely haywire, the day that the repairman is visiting would be an opportune one. As Mike and I yelled to each other over the noise, I think I may have jinxed it.
Me: Man, I don't think I could put up with this noise for more than a day.
Mike: I know, I've only been awake for a few hours and it's already driving me crazy.
After my interview, I was on my way to the front door of 23 Boston Ave, when Mike walked out. He did not look happy.
Me: Did the guy show up?
Mike: Yeah.
Me: Did he fix it?
Mike: It needs a new part. He said it would be 3 weeks.
Oh. My. God. I cannot possibly put up with this noise for 3 weeks. I'm just hoping that my landlord will pay for the charges incurred on my trip to the local insane asylum. I hear they have some good ones around here.
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