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Jul. 15th, 2017 03:19 amMom came up Thursday and drove up to the job interview with me. It was in a tiny room, and there were two women who took turns asking me questions. I thought I was doing ok, but then at then end the one woman didn't even look at me as she said thanks for coming, and the other woman shook my hand and said they'd make their decision by Friday afternoon, and they didn't pick me since I never got a call. It was only 29 hours a week, but it seemed like a job I could totally do: take phone calls about trash pick up (joy) or water/sewer questions, send out bills, it sounded from what they said like it would have felt a lot like working at the garbage company. And I'm pretty disappointed and hopeless.
After the interview, mom said we should go to breakfast. Then she realized how close we were to my brother's, so she said we should go there first, and she'd put the plants back in the sink. So we did, and were just there for a few minutes. Then we went to breakfast at the diner I like, which was nice.
Driving back to my place, she said we should go to the service station where dad gets his car worked on, and see if they guy would look at my car if I had it towed over. So we did, though I was exhausted already from doing SO MANY things in one day, and soaked with sweat because it was 95 and 85% humidity and I was wearing khakis and a long sleeve shirt. The guy said ok.
So I drove us back to my apartment, and mom went home, and I changed clothes and called AAA to get my car towed. They said the driver would be there within the hour, so I left and went over to sit and wait for him to arrive.
And when the tow truck driver arrived, he kept trying to sell me a battery "if you have them install a battery, you have to pay a markup plus the installation fee, but I can have one of our guys do it blah blah" and I kept saying I could only afford it if it was covered by AAA and he kept telling me what I should do until I was shrieking at him that I had two maxed out credit cards and I could not pay him anything. Then he finally hooked up the car and towed it over.
And I was like thank fucking god.
I came home and cooled off a little finally, and got in bed to take a nap. And the phone rang an hour later and woke me up, and it was the guy from the service station saying I should have my car taken to a specialist (that's what he said: a specialist) because it looked like an animal had been building a nest in it and had eaten through the wires because as soon as he'd hooked up a charger to see if the battery would take a charge, the windshield wipers started going. I tried to tell him yes, that was part of the problem, but that apparently that was something that happened with this kind of car when the battery was super low, but he wouldn't listen and just said I should have it taken somewhere else. So I hung up and cried and felt more hopeless.
I would have had my car towed to a dealership in the first place if I could afford to get it fixed. But dad said to have his guy look at it, and mom said she thought dad would pay for that guy to fix it. So now it's sitting in the parking lot at the service station because I don't know what to do with it.
Why won't anyone hire me? The job market is supposed to be strong. I have a BA, I have a solid work history though I haven't worked in a few years. But no one will hire me. Just seems pretty hopeless.
It's supposed to be not quite so hot today, Saturday, as it's been the last few days. I was thinking about going to my brother's and doing some more laundry and trying to make up the girls' beds. They come home in three days. It feels like they've been gone for so long.
After the interview, mom said we should go to breakfast. Then she realized how close we were to my brother's, so she said we should go there first, and she'd put the plants back in the sink. So we did, and were just there for a few minutes. Then we went to breakfast at the diner I like, which was nice.
Driving back to my place, she said we should go to the service station where dad gets his car worked on, and see if they guy would look at my car if I had it towed over. So we did, though I was exhausted already from doing SO MANY things in one day, and soaked with sweat because it was 95 and 85% humidity and I was wearing khakis and a long sleeve shirt. The guy said ok.
So I drove us back to my apartment, and mom went home, and I changed clothes and called AAA to get my car towed. They said the driver would be there within the hour, so I left and went over to sit and wait for him to arrive.
And when the tow truck driver arrived, he kept trying to sell me a battery "if you have them install a battery, you have to pay a markup plus the installation fee, but I can have one of our guys do it blah blah" and I kept saying I could only afford it if it was covered by AAA and he kept telling me what I should do until I was shrieking at him that I had two maxed out credit cards and I could not pay him anything. Then he finally hooked up the car and towed it over.
And I was like thank fucking god.
I came home and cooled off a little finally, and got in bed to take a nap. And the phone rang an hour later and woke me up, and it was the guy from the service station saying I should have my car taken to a specialist (that's what he said: a specialist) because it looked like an animal had been building a nest in it and had eaten through the wires because as soon as he'd hooked up a charger to see if the battery would take a charge, the windshield wipers started going. I tried to tell him yes, that was part of the problem, but that apparently that was something that happened with this kind of car when the battery was super low, but he wouldn't listen and just said I should have it taken somewhere else. So I hung up and cried and felt more hopeless.
I would have had my car towed to a dealership in the first place if I could afford to get it fixed. But dad said to have his guy look at it, and mom said she thought dad would pay for that guy to fix it. So now it's sitting in the parking lot at the service station because I don't know what to do with it.
Why won't anyone hire me? The job market is supposed to be strong. I have a BA, I have a solid work history though I haven't worked in a few years. But no one will hire me. Just seems pretty hopeless.
It's supposed to be not quite so hot today, Saturday, as it's been the last few days. I was thinking about going to my brother's and doing some more laundry and trying to make up the girls' beds. They come home in three days. It feels like they've been gone for so long.
