I Hate The World

I had a job interview today, in the next town over. 20 minutes bus ride, usually. So today, naturally enough, would be the day when one of the buses further up the pipe broke down, and my bus had to sit for half an hour in our station waiting to pick up passengers from it. Only, when it arrived, to find out that it had none, or none going our way, anyway. If the goddamn stupid driver had just rang ahead up the pipe to let us KNOW THAT, that would have been VERY NICE, THANK YOU.

I arrived with only ten minutes to spare, and spent five of them changing out of my sodden pants and shoes into my interview ones in a public restroom. I was actually crying.

And, okay. I made it, and I think the interview itself didn't go too badly, but I don't do well with schedule changes on the best of days, and when I'm on a time limit for an interview where they explicitly stated that if you're late there will be no rescheduling ... I am not happy today. I am extremely unhappy, in fact. Stupid downpour, stupid buses, stupid time limits, thank gods for public restrooms and the fact that I don't have long hair. *collapses*

Gods, I hope it went okay. I can't even remember what I said. I've been trying for a job with these people for about four years now, and then this happens.

So. Yes. In summary? I hate the world.