Oh man, Scrappy. Try to forgive yourself, at least. I mean, I know "shit happens" is not much to lean on when it's important.
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I can't marry my father cause orange jumpsuits do nothing for me. What is up with the hype about the Arias case? I guarantee, out of-towners, that y'all have fucked-up girls in your town too. maybe even lethal ones.(Maybe you couldn't put them in your pocket like Jodi, but still.)
Oh god Scrappy, all my sympathies! That's my nightmare, too. Here's hoping they get that it's not typical of you...
I guess this is "Frank gets nibbled to death by ducks day" here at work. Every time I get a head of steam going on something, somebody interrupts me with a piddling little request, irrelevancy or question, and it is getting. On. My. Last. Nerve.
So, they rescheduled and were nice about it. I THINK the interview went well, but I know being wrong about the time would be a big black mark against a candidate in my book.Just gotta wait and see. I really want this job.
With any luck your interviewer was tied up in traffic or a meeting or a crisis and the overwhelming sense of relief they felt upon postponement will work in your favor.
The owner said that he is late to everything and he understood the mix-up.
You ARE in California...
I wish I could remember who said it... something along the lines of only in California is "I flaked" a valid answer to "What the hell happened to you?!?!?"
I hope things work out with the rescheduled interview, Scrappy.
Frankenbuddha, I hope your day has improved.
Ooh, good luck, Scrappy. Can you reiterate how unlike you this is in a followup note?