I HAD A BAD DAY

“…You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day…”

BAD DAY by: Daniel Powter

I HAD A BAD DAY…

So I had a prescreening interview today with United Airlines. And of course, that did not go as planned. I didn’t make it to the interview for many many reasons. I couldn’t find parking…I couldn’t find the building…and to top it off…it started to rain. And it wasn’t like, drops here and there, it was pouring!! It was around 2:20PM when I was still driving around looking for parking. I was already late. The rain didn’t seem to want to stop.

I should’ve seen it coming. I felt like it was a bad omen or something. Ok…! When I went pick up my niece from school this morning…I saw two police cars. I then showed up late to pick her up. When dropping her off at grandma’s, I reversed and almost hit a car. I dropped by Dunken Donuts to pick up some coffee and breakfast. As the cashier was giving my change back, a dollar flew out my hand and went away. On my way to Chicago, a bird almost ran into my windshield; I had to slam on my breaks. Totally freaked me out. [it was a black bird by the way] When I got to downtown Chicago, I didn’t realize that you had to drive extremely reckless. Apparently, yielding for pedestrians wasn’t a good thing anymore, so I kept getting HONKED at. Then as I was making a right turn, a car was pulling out of a parking and nearly hit me. It was definitely a great way to make sure my seatbelt works. SO YAH!! I got there 35 minutes early and still didn’t make it to the interview. It started to pour, so I figured, what’s the points?! If I did make it to the interview, I would’ve showed up wet. I tried calling the office, but all I got was an answering machine. So after 45 minutes of searching for parking and going insane, I decided to give up. Showing up late for an interview is pretty much not showing up at all. And showing up in a wet white top was probably not the impression I wanted to make. So I headed home.

Heading home was another story. I missed almost every exit I was suppose to take. So I make a million U Turns. Took me 1 ½ hours to get home. Talk about being a loser.
So yea…I think someone up there didn’t want me to go to this interview. BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME :T