Or I'm just really good at sabotaging my own life. Take your pick. It was at about 9:45 yesterday that I decided my life had hit a new low. I was rushing out of the house to make an interview on time, and in my hurry, locked the door from the inside in order to forgo the deadbolt. It was as the door clicked shut that I realized my keys were not in my purse but sitting on the table. The word helpless comes to mind. I called my roommate, I called my landlord. No luck. Noticed my landlord's wife's vehicle outside and went next door and knocked, and rang, knocked, and rang again. No answer. I was stuck. Called the interviewer and rescheduled for 12:00 with my lame excuse. Still didn't know how I was going to get in. In a last stitch effort after trying to call all of the previously mentioned parties, I pulled a bobby pin out of my hair and tried to harness my inner McGyver. Turns out McGyver is a little stingy with his powers. I knew that trying to pick the lock was a long shot but it was better than sitting on the floor of the enclosed porch and sobbing. Which is what I started to do when my Dad called and asked how my day was going. I looked down and noticed that my pants were covered in dryer lint and debris from having literally crawled around the floor searching for the spare key that once existed but apparently no longer does. Dad was sympathetic and offered to call Jess to see if she could help me out with transportation.
In an epiphany, I suddenly recalled my landlords work number and called. He in turn called his wife who was indeed home but had chosen not to answer the door. This is what she told me, that she was hoping that the relentless knocker and ringer would just go away. She then noted that I had been crying (a fact that I thought I was doing an excellent job at concealing) and felt really bad as I explained that it had just been a hard morning and my eyes welled with tears yet again.
Have I mentioned the emotional wreck that I've been lately? On the verge. Of what, I'm not sure, but on the verge.
On the upside, I got to the rescheduled interview and it went well. They even called me shortly after to offer me a job. Which is great, especially seeing as how they interviewed several people that day, and I'm the one that missed my scheduled interview. The position wont pay as much as I was looking for so we'll see what happens. A couple hours later, I got a call from my attorney's office asking if they could meet with me regarding a position they had opening. So it looks like I have options.
Also, there was the depressing news that my expensive jeans (yes mom, I know) had developed a huge hole in a place you don't necessarily want one. And after only 5 months. I spend about an hour on the phone with different managers and corporate headquarters and the manufacturer. No one could help. So I took the jeans in to the store that evening and the sweet girl offered an exchange. So at least I'm not out that. And I got some jeans that I like even better. And I get a free massage today. Take that universe.
On my way home in my new jeans I breathed a sigh of relief as I drove by an overpass where a middle aged man was standing in the dark watching his bike that lay on the ground next to him. It laid underneath a heavy stream of water pouring from above due to the rain/snow that had just let up.
Free bike washes make me happy.