Just yesterday I drove into the Bronx for an interview (got lost twice on the way and had difficulty finding my way out of the city afterwards). since I was pressed for time, I parked in a weirdly marked area that was probably not legal but I had to get in. So I could wait a full 40 minutes before I was to be interviewed.
Once I did get my turn, the principal barely even gave me time. In fact, after asking the first question, while I was mid-answer, she left the room because someone needed to ask her a question. At that time I introduced myself to the assistant principal who was also in the room. We chatted a bit then the principal came in to hear my full answer. She asked another question and then there was another interruption. Finally, it was the AP who really conducted the interview while the principal had her attention elsewhere.
When I left, I found -- big surprise -- a ticket on my windshield. this morning I learned that I didn't get the job. Hmmmmmm.....
I am really sick of this. And worse, I need a paycheck. Because while I was in the city, Rod was home dealing with a plumber who installed a new well pump to the tune of $2800. I don't really know how we're supposed to stay afloat.
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