Today was the interview with Big Firm R. I am in love. It's all over now but waiting for the heartbreak of them calling to say they don't want me. Sniff.
I called ManThing right after I got out, and of course he asked how it went. Other than the fact that I didn't fall on my ass or spill coffee on anyone, I never can judge.
One of my interviewers walked me to the outside door on the way out, so I didn't get a chance to make a smooth segue to the restroom. No problem, I thought, it's only a half-hour trip back to work.
That is, if you take the right train.
I began the trip back, picking up a paper that someone had left behind on the seat next to me. My horoscope said, that on a 1 to 10 scale, with 10 being the easiest to get through, this day would be an 8 for me. Whoever wrote that had no idea of my grasp of the public transportation system.
Luckily, I noticed my mistake after only missing my connection by one stop. I quickly exited, chanting a mantra of dumbass dumbass dumbass.When I hopped off the train, one going the opposite direction pulled up almost immediately. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, I didn't board; instead wanting to check the route map first.
The train that just left was the one I needed.
So now I'm sitting, butt numb from the cold, at the all-outdoor train station. The stress of the interview now over, I begin to realize I'm really hungry. The time I've been away from the office for my *ahem* doctor's appointment is now approaching 3 hours. I am now doing a willfully restrained version of the I gotta pee I gotta pee I gotta pee oh man 12 minutes until the next train I gotta pee dance.
The train comes. Joy. Of course, once I get to the connection station, I have once again just missed the damn train I needed! Cue I gotta pee I gotta pee dance.
I made it back to the office without a Depends moment.