Alright kiddies, gather round, I am going to tell you a tale. This is the harrowing tale of the interview that would not happen, and would not die.
Our tale begins over Christmas break when I signed up for an interview at a career fair in Virginia. Law School takes its interviews very seriously and when I singed up for this interview I was given an e-mail along the line of "if you are late to this interview you are forever shamed and shall not get a job ever." So I handled it well by, largely, ignoring it.
I noticed that the organization I had an interview with would be at a career fair at the law school a week before the career fair I had an interview at (if you can understand that, you should try your hand at future estates) so decided to stop by the table for some face time.
So, the day before the interview, Ice-pocalypse hits. And I discover that not only don't my lights work when the electricity goes *bonk,* but my heat and hot water also cease. So I crash on a friend's floor. And am sick. And wake up at 4am in a dead swear nervous as hell with a nightmare of missing the interview, wandering around Virginia, not able to remember the number to call when you'll be late and they're mean and speaking so quietly I can't understand them. At 4am.
I like to think I've a pretty solid grasp on my crazy. This was rather bats for me, but at 7 am, I was chipper and bright and showered and feverish and miserable and out the door. So I shlupp my butt to Virginia and play nice with the folks at the career fair there, barely holding out (nervous I'll miss it anyway) for my interview. I finally manage to find the location, only to find that they aren't there. Grrr. So I wait to five minutes after the interview was supposed to end, go downstairs and tell the people who made sure I knew hell would come down upon me in a rain of fury if I was 2 seconds late to this thing that I'd been blown off. The result? "Oh, she said she'd be late. She never showed up? Darn. Sorry." *seething little ball of 101 degree fever in a blizzard with 1 hour to get back to DC)
So I bundle on my coat, knee socks, boots, hat, scarf, gloves until I look like a god-forsaken Eskimo. Then, she shows up. The power steering on her car went out. Oh, she really wanted to do the interview. Oh, yes, she'll call, she understands I'm busy and annoyed.
A few days later, she calls. We'll do the interview at her office.
I look up her office, there is a trail involved. Enter voice of doom. So, the morning rolls around, and I start out in my walking shoes and the third nice suit I have worn for these guys. I take a bus, a train, another train, and directions from a newsie (they have them here, no, they do not look like Leonardo DiCaprio) and find the trail. I'm a little behind schedule so I book it. It;s on 15th so I'm there, the house numbers are all wrong but like an abused girlfriend I hope it can change. 15th ave runs out. Damn. I call. The office doesn't answer. I leave a chipper message. I wander around. I discover that I might want to be on the other side of town and the cabby who stopped five blocks away and shouted "WHERE YA GOING??" can't find it on her GPS.
I recall. My sister has the internet!!!! "Ring. Ring. SISTER!! *sob* I'm LOST. and in Maryland!" She fires up the dial-up. By this time I am 15 minutes late at half way walking back to the woods I tracked through on that trail to get here. We find it! It's 20 miles away and the wrong address. I have been wandering for 5 miles. In the woods. In Maryland. Crying. Screw it, I go to school.
In class, a classmate comes up to me. "I see you have an internship with what's their names." I break down and explain. "Oh! I can get you an interview." Four days later, a voicemail "so sorry, we would love to do a phone interview." At this point, I've put in more work than I have to some of my serious relationships. I SHALL see this through!