Wake up, feed the cats, and call the store again to set up my interview to find the guy is in a meeting. Lady will give him a message when he comes out. Minutes later the phone rings and it is a company I never heard of who pulled my name off the internet. Set up an phone interview for a job lacking a description. Take a shower with the handset on the toliet so I don't to miss Mr Interview's call. Reading email, I get a horrible smell in my apartment and can't find the source. It is like plastic burning. I live near railroad tracks so maybe there is a chemical fire. Look out the windows and step on the balcony to find nothing. Now my cat Frodo is wheezing. He never wheezes. I'm choking with a rag over my face from the smell that has filled my apartment. The spray air freshner is not working. Thinking maybe something outside is burning so close the windows as I hear neighbors doing and turn on the A/C to recycle the air.
Sirens are wailing outside. Aha there is something going on. Then they park in my parking lot. I see people outside so shout down if they are here for that awful smell. The fire department tells me to get out of my apartment. I explain I have cats. Chase Frodo from behind the couch, under the cat tower, and outside to the balcony. Frodo then jumps through the railing, lands on the roof above the door, and jumps downs to run up a tree. I manage to get Precious into his carrier and carry him outside into the fresh air. Fire apartment set up fans to get rid of the smoke. Ask a few people to help me get Frodo out of the tree. Later, their concern is the grease fire they just put out. Funny, I don't recall a smoke detector going off. Oh, they were smoking a cigarette when cooking so they probably had the batteries removed from the smoke detectors. Ok, we will wait. Ask again as a truck leaves about help with my cat. Guy is afraid he will climb higher if they try so leave me to coax him down myself. Frodo can climb down, he just refuses to. And he is like handling a tiger.
All this time, I am holding my handset making sure it works at this distance. Mr Interview never calls. I ask if it is safe to return to my apartment. Bring in Precious and put carrier away so Frodo will come down. He won't come down and turns around to place his butt towards me. I have to get to an interview. SO get ready and hope I don't stink. Frodo still won't come down and now a lawn mower is making the rounds so he won't come with all that noise. Call the store again and get my interview scheduled. Finally.
Go to interview and do an assessment test. Do 2 interviews and hope for the best. I swear more and more companies demand drug tests as a condition of employment along with the threat of a background check. Excuse me, but wouldn't a background check show drug use better than a drug test. Drugs leave the system after so many hours. I gues they don't want anyone with an ounce of self respect who would refuse one even she has never taken drugs beyond Advil and Benedryl. Why? It is a bad sign of a rotten employer with high turn over rate. I'll be jobless forever.
So come home and Frodo is out of the tree, but where is he. He answers me with his squeak, but I can't see him. Finally find him on the ground by a tree trunk. Pet him and he rubs against me. Then runs away. He is not escaping me again. Grab him and carry him to the door. He runs upstairs and jumps into the apartment. Precious doesn't want his daily walk even though I got the harness on him. Oh well. My eyes and nose still burn.
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