I had a second interview today with a restaurant I would LOVE to work at.
Of course I was late.
I left 40 minutes early, made great time, and one exit away, I hit GRIDLOCK.
I mean takes-20-minutes-to-go-500-feet-sloths-walk-faster-than-this gridlock. So I was very late. And my phone was dying. But it stuck around long enough for a call to 411 and a transfer to the restaurant, and a frantic explanation of what was happening. And then I made it there. And I think it went well.
I wonder what I did karmically to deserve things like this?
Oh well. One day I'll master the ability to get somewhere on time. Or I'll find a way to open a wormhole and teleport there.
I'm sure that either one could happen.