Very Well, Then…

I won’t get into details about how I scored an interview today because, as you will read in this post, it will be completely irrelevant.

At any rate, I was called for a phone interview by a place I visited the last weekend. I was to be interviewed between the hours of 2 pm and 4 pm which I was definitely prepared for. I made sure that my phone was by my side, that Ann picked up Anthony from school so that I wouldn’t miss the call, and also informed my buddy/boss that I would be late for work tonight. (I am currently working part-time at his restaurant.)

So at 2 pm I anticipated the call even though chances of them calling at that exact time were pretty slim. But I waited.

Then 2 pm turned into 3 pm, then 3:30. I usually leave for the job around 3:30 so as to avoid traffic. Before I knew it, the clock read 3:50 and I was ready to get on the freeway for the 30-mile trek to this restaurant. I made it clear that my time between 2 and 4 pm was dedicated to taking the call and I was by my phone the whole time, not using it for anything else.

I got to work around 4:40 or so, not bad considering the traffic I had to deal with. During the entire drive I had my earpiece in my ear just in case I got the call. And if this post is any indication of how things went, you can safely guess that I didn’t get it.

Well, at least not when they said I would.

My phone rang at 4:48. It was them. I answered and spoke to the Sales Manager who told me the interview would last around 10-15 minutes. No problem, I thought. I was ready for this – even 48 minutes later.

We spoke about my past, where I stand currently, why I was interested in the position, what I look for in a company. When it was all said and done, he let me know that “there are a lot of applications we have to go through, so you should expect to hear from us within a couple of days.” I thanked him for his time.

Here’s where it gets funny.

Remember the time I said they called? Here’s a screencap from my phone with the exact information.


So they made me wait 48 minutes longer for them to call which I guess is understandable if they are calling a lot of people. The guy was apologetic about it but I don’t think it was sincere.

With the interview over, I decided I’d go and check my email. And there was in all its glory!


I figured meh, another denial letter. I should be used to them by now since those are all I’ve gotten since June. I guess I wasn’t cut out to be a car salesman.

But wait. Did you notice something? Look at the time of the email. Here’s a quick breakdown.

  • Time of call: 4:48 pm, 48 minutes past the timeframe discussed
  • Time of email: 4:42 pm, 6 minutes before the interview

You know, it’s a good thing I didn’t check my email before I got the call because I would have either had a lot to say about it or have a totally different mindset during the interview.

It’s reassuring to know that a) these people suck at time management and b) had already made up their minds that I’m not worthy of joining their team.

All in all I found it pretty darn amusing and I’m not disappointed at all by their decision. I’m not sure I want to work for this place if they can’t tell time and I’m keeping this rejection letter since there’s a funny story behind it.

Oh, and remember my previous post? We got our taxes done today and everything is going as planned. Ann has it all figured out down to the penny. Amazing!

Things are finally turning around despite my gloom and doom a few posts ago. They will only get better. I have a feeling.

The $9,600 Question

Okay hotshot, pop quiz. If you had to pony up $9,600, would you want something to show for it or be empty handed?

That’s exactly what I thought. But that’s the situation we found ourselves in today after getting an appraisal from Carmax for the leased Kia Optima, the car that I said we would probably get rid of since we can no longer afford it with my unemployment benefits being exhausted.

By the way…fuck you, Congress!

Ahem. Anyway, the Carmax appraisal for x-thousand dollars left us with a deficiency of $9,600 which means that if we sold them the car for what they offered, we would be responsible for the $9,600 remaining. It would be the same situation if we sold it to a private party. The salesman told us that the best way to pay it off would be to get a loan through our financial institution.

Here’s the problem with a loan.

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It’s official: I’m no longer unemployed.

This was the result of about a week of inquiring, calling, and probing a cashier at our local grocery store with questions relating to the store’s current employment status. Finally, after all of that and finishing with my interview today, I can say that I have job.

The cashier in question is one that loves Anthony to pieces and always talks to him whenever she helps us. One day after she rang us up, I asked if she knew if they were hiring. She said that many, many people had recently left and that there should be some vacancies. I slipped her my business card and told her to give me call when she found out.

I never got that call but, after dealing with this craptacular day last week, I went straight to said grocery store and asked the Manager On Duty if there were any positions available. She told me to call the manager the next day and talk to them, which I did. My interview was scheduled for today at 1:00 pm.

I was pretty much told I had the job before I even had a seat. The manager also said that I was overqualified for the job but after telling them I needed a change, they didn’t seem as intimidated by my professional experience. I filled out a few forms, took the drug test right there, and now I await the results. Provided I pass (and I’m sure I will), training will begin the following Saturday.

And that’s that. As for my last blog post in which I was obviously ticked off, I feel it was definitely justified and my feelings pretty much remain the same toward everything I mention in that post. In fact, I might have a little more spite for the EDD after reading this story which claims that 90% of calls go unanswered. I can tell you that after trying to get a hold of them for a simple question, it sure seems like they don’t answer. They are practically impossible to reach.

Oh, and Congress? I may be starting a new job soon but you still suck more than I can put into words for ruining peoples’ lives by not extending unemployment benefits.

It may be part-time and minimum wage but considering the time it took to find something and ultimately get the job, Ann was more excited than she was when I got a job paying 3x more. It’ll be tough but I’d rather survive on a little than worry about when Congress makes up its mind about EDD extensions – and get nothing in the meantime.

When It Rains…

I could go into great detail about how my day went but I’ll make it short for the sake of not dragging it on forever.

First, I called the EDD to find out why the second week of my benefits claim was covered in Xs. Now keep in mind that I have been calling continuously since Monday morning. In fact between 8:00 and 8:30, I tallied a total of 120 calls of which only 5 were sent through.

But getting sent through is not a guarantee. Every time I was, the recording told me that there were too many callers already waiting and my call couldn’t be answered. That changed today when I was finally able to get to speak with someone about my claim form.

And the answer was what I suspected: I’m done. I’ve exhausted my benefits until June 2014 or until those assholes in Congress decide to do something with extending benefits. The last I heard, they are still not doing anything but collecting a nice salary which I’m paying for. Jerks.

With that call over, I hung up the phone and cried a little. No, a lot. Our car payment is due today and we can’t pay it, so we’ve made the decision to give it up. I called Kia and asked them what our options were and the rep read her script while I, struggling to keep up with her, took notes. The bottom line was that no matter how we do it, we’re screwed. We will owe something in the end regardless of what we do with the car but it will at least avoid repossession. Our best bet is to just take it back to the dealer and tell them the situation, as if they’ll be sympathetic about it. So the car, the one I thought would be a nice 20th anniversary gift for Ann, will be history. What a nice way to remember an anniversary.

Then, as the final straw, I go to the place seen in this Craigslist ad:


The first line summed it up: no experience necessary. I figured I might as well.

I arrived and inquired about the position. The guy I asked pointed to another guy who asked if I had any experience with glass. I told him I didn’t.

“Oh, we’re only looking for people with experience,” the guy who resembled a convict said. Rather than point out what their ad above clearly stated, I simply nodded, smiled, and thanked them.

It was on the way out of the office when my thoughts formed and made their way from my brain to my mouth, each word spoken at a higher volume level.

“…then maybe you should STATE THAT IN YOUR FUCKING AD,” the last two words probably registering a hit on the Richter Scale.

Today could not have been worse. For all the good I’ve dedicated myself to do for others (most of which I don’t even mention on here), I can’t get anything in return, not even a measly phone call from one of the many applications I’ve submitted online and in person. It truly is at a time like this when faith is tested and decisions are made and frankly, I’ve got no faith in anything at the moment. Nothing. What little I had in anything is gone.  And I don’t even feel like blogging anymore.

I’m deflated, defeated, just tired of all the bullshit that I’ve gone through since June. This constant rejection is a load of garbage and it’s taking its toll on me. If there is a God, s/he’s taken one giant dump on me and is laughing hysterically but at this point, I can say with confidence that there isn’t. Nobody could hate me this much or think that this is just a great part of some amazing plan they have for me. Bullshit.

Being good hasn’t helped. Doing the right thing hasn’t helped. Nothing has helped and in my quest to find some peace by studying Buddhism, I’ve gotten more anger and disappointment in return so for all I’ve put into it, I think I’m done with that mess. It simply hasn’t gone as planned.

Fuck this noise. I’m going to bed.

When Right Is Wrong

It’s normal for me to find things while I’m out running or cycling. Within the past year I’ve found two phones and I happily returned them to their owners, an easy task considering that neither phone was locked and there was a contact labeled Home in both of them.

Easy. The owners even gave me a little something for my trouble when it was no trouble at all.

But last Tuesday, I came across a few things, one of which was rather important.


Here you see an opened gift bag for Chinese New Year and a wallet. The gift bag was near the sidewalk of my usual rest stop for my BSR (Big Sunday Run of at least 8 miles) and the wallet was about 50 feet away and lying on top of a short cinderblock wall.

When I saw the gift bag I thought, “Hey, pretty cool” and put it in my pocket. What you see here is what was in it: four half-dollars. I figured there’s no way to prove who it belonged to or where it came from so there was no harm in taking it home. It was as I was starting to run again when I saw the wallet.

I looked at it and noticed that the owner’s driver’s license was on top of it along with their medical insurance card, almost as if someone had gone through it. In a standard case I would have just looked up the address and delivered it to them personally but the address on the license was nowhere near me – it was about 100 miles away.

And here’s where the adventure begins. Thinking I was doing the right thing, I put both IDs in the wallet and took it home. That was my mistake.

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