For Reals?

I swear, I'm kinda glad that I really don't even want the job I was supposed to interview for today...that's right, I said supposed to...and why? Read on:

Interview time was scheduled for 4:30. I left my house at 3:30, to make sure I would be 10-15 minutes early, because I can't stand being late. If I'm late because of something out of my control, I'll still be ticked, but I can manage that. If it's because of my own time mismanagement, it irks me, because it's disrespectful. Someone plans something, you show up when you're asked to show up, otherwise it looks like you think your time is more important. And while it may be, no need to be a damn snob about it.
Let me add that because I left at this time, you should be able to tell-if you've ever been to Denver or more importantly live(d) here-you know this wasn't exactly close to my house. 24 miles one way. I got there at 4:12, and it would've been earlier if it weren't for the Camry rolling along in the far left lane at 55 MPH-I swear there is a slow place in hell for the left lane vigilantes of the world-if I want to go fast, let me go fast, dammit!!

Side question-have you ever been able to listen to AC/DC and not wanted to crank up the volume and go like mad? Fine, me neither. But I will tell you that I wanted to go all 'SuperBad' on Saturday afternoon to help a buddy move, and my bottom lip popped right out when I saw traffic stopped on I-25 (go all 'SuperBad'...think Van Halen's 'Panama').

Hit the elevator, turn my cell phone to 'silent mode' and get psyched for this interview. For a telecom sales role that I don't really want (I'll get to that in a minute), that won't pay me squat, to work for a guy that's a Yankees fan-ugh. Oh, and that I had my first interview for 3 months ago-to the day!!!
The guy I had my first interview with was finishing up with some mumbling moron (come on, open your freaking mouth and enunciate, it's a sales job dipshit). Then I saw moron walk out, pants were way too short, and his shoes were all scuffed. Didn't anyone else have a father growing up to teach them this shit???!! Yes, please become a representative of my company with your clam-diggin' pants and beat up shoes. It ain't a helpdesk role, pal.
First guy comes up and tells me he's going to go check for the guy I'm supposed to interview with. No worries at all. He comes back to tell me that he's got something else to check on, it'll just be a second. Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
And here it is...appears as though the guy I was supposed to interview was just finishing up a meeting in Boulder and wouldn't be coming back to the office. Now, I could be pissed for a few reasons:
1. I just drove 24 miles one way.
2. I shaved my noggin' and put on a suit & tie.
and 3 and 4 will tie together
3. it's a freakin' telecom company-you jackasses don't have a god damn cell phone amongst you to coordinate this effort of futility?
4. Apparently my time isn't worth jack, because First Guy gave me the other guy's card and told me he was sorry but I could reschedule and 'give him some shit if you feel like it'.

My hand to God, I wasn't mad about this at all as it happened. I told the guy 'no problem at all'. Why? Because I don't even want this job. Why? I don't give a damn about telecom. The only thing I care about phones is if I pick it up it has a dial tone, otherwise, don't care and I'll figure it out as I go along. We're not talking rocket surgery here, people. And if you think I'm kidding about not wanting this job, feel free to ask my buddy Jay, as I called him right before I left my house.
Now, my buddy that gave First Guy my name 3+ months ago, he's a little ticked. He thinks it was pretty disrespectful of my time to do that to me, and he may be on to something. He's right in assuming I could've used that time to fire off 1 or 2 more resumes. On that he is definitely right.

You know what really got me aggravated? Sitting in traffic. On the way back...and the clock on my car stereo read 4:27. The girl at the garage booth didn't even bother charging me for the 15 minutes this whole calamity took. And then I got to sit in rush hour traffic, and missed the dropping of the puck for the Bruins game....
Until I turned my TV on and Versus decided to show me Shittsburgh and Montreal....good grief.

All the while I've been thinking in my brain if I should say screw it, get in my car and just drive to Boston in June instead of flying out there and just get a job and move back home. When I pulled up to my house, I thought I was just being crazy...

Until my Run DMC T-shirt package showed up at the door with a Worcester, MA postage sent stamp.....Yup, stay tuned.