Wednesday, December 03, 2003
I traumetized myself so much trying to get there, that I never made it to my interview. I nearly wrecked the car at least three times, I kept getting turned in the wrong direction, and I discovered (as I made a right turn across a set of train tracks) that the Buick does not have very good traction.at 3:12 PM
I pulled into a mall parking lot (with every intention of sobbing like a little girl, although I did not follow through on that) and decided, upon feeling my heart palpitations, that the interview lady would probably find someone more suited to the job, anyway. Thus, I returned home (eventually, but I turned the wrong way down the main artery first).
I like driving bumper cars, but real cars are not so fun.
My hands smell like the steering wheel of a 1996 Buick Century.
In other news, I have a small group project to complete for microeconomics class. It involves describing the St. Louis movie theater market. We (myself and three people I do not know) could not decide between whether the market was monopolistically competitive or oligopolitic; after much discussion we picked "oligopoly". I should have studied for that test. But I did not. Oh, well.
I think I'll hide under the covers now. I am traumetized, after all, and should behave thusly.
