
OH YEA!! I just took it back with that shit...real talk...I know yall read that book so it's whatever...haha..But I'm here to do a quick post about my day because it was on of those days...So here we go...
I woke up today because I had an interview with (I ain't telling yall that shit..we're just gonna say Company) Had an interview with Company so I had to get up...I snoozed for 30 minutes of course and decided it was time to get up...I'm not a morning person...I don't want anyone around me or talking to me in the morning because I will flip...And my mother knows this..She was in her room all this time I was snoozing and then of course when I get up she decides to come out and bother me...I flipped...Not crazy like...but just told her to leave me alone...I put on my music and drowned her out...
Eat my breakfast, iron my clothes, go take a shower...I star putting on my clothes while I'm listening to Travis Porter's "Black Boy White Boy" This is when I begin to look for my shoes...where are my shoes? "Mom, where are my shoes?" Now here's why I get upset...I don't put my shit anywhere else in the house..If it's missing it's because someone fucked up...SO I'm mad because I can't find it...and of course I didn't misplace it and I have no other shoes to wear...Luckily my mom came through in the clutch and found in the closet of my dad...Snake ass...haha...
I leave the crib...walk over to take the bus...I'm way early so I start thinking about what this person is going to ask me in this interview...The bus comes..I'm listening to some Mayer Hawthorne btw and I pull out my metrocard and lo behold, no money on there..I'm in a suit with no fucking money for the bus..AHHH!!! I get off the bus..I go to the nearby train station to see what the deal is with my metrocards since I have like 100 of them in my wallet..one of them had 6 dollars on it..But I didn't know and got a 20 dollar metrocard...FUCK!! Go back down, wait for the bus and head over to MetroNorth...
Now I don't fuck with MetroNorth but I assume it's easy...I buy a ticket and get on the first train that arrives...I feel good because I know I'm going to real early...Dude comes and checks my ticket "You're on the wrong train buddy" My smile changed to a frown immediately..What do you mean? You gotta go back and get on the train with the red stripe...What the fuck?!!! I was pissed...at this point I think I'm fucked...I end up calling the company because they wanted me to print out my resume but I had no place where I could print that off...I got off..went across the tracks and went back in the direction I just came from...Arrived..Went over and was at a location I was just at 30 minutes ago...I walk by a dude who gives me the eye...I'm carrying an empty folder with my school's name on it..I sit alone and he follows me... (This is actually the good things) and he actually struck up a convo with me because he knew about my school and worked for a man that bought some buildings...He was really cool...I ended up taking the train to my stop but he remained and I left...
It's fucking raining...Pouring...My suit is drenched...I don't know where I'm going..I stop at a store and ask them where so and so company is and they point in the right directions..Shorty said "You're gonna be wet" I gave her the eye and almost said "If you're not going to offer an umbrella then don't tell me that bitch" But I didn't..She was just looking out..I walk at least 10 minutes to this place...Suit is soaked..I walk in...I put my stuff down...Interviewer comes out, I shake her hand all wet and apologize...Goodness...
That was my bad day...I have a second interview next week...At least I made it...
At the end of the day I blame my sister for not giving me the car since I live 15 minutes away from said location but when I take Public transit it becomes a nightmare....Over and out...
3 comments:
Awww, poor iGoon. Sometimes we all just have one of those days...
"DAMN" - Kay Slay
I feel the same way. Today was a bad day for me also. From the moment my sister woke me up with a phone call to give me bad news.... 'til the interior of my mom's car caught fire. Everything in between has been bad news. I thought about that book earlier, and hell the title is the story of my life.
I'm not answering the phone anymore tonight. I dont care who calls. It's going to voice mail.
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