Super Trooper

I blew off an interview today.

I'm kind of shocked at myself. This is a pretty atypical thing for me to do, in all of my well-trained glory. My only real excuse is that this last week has been pretty stressful, with no end in sight. After four trial-by-fire interviews already this week... Yesterday started with a (8 hour) drive to Cape Cod with a friend to pick up her new "puppy" (if you call a 3-year old pitbull that slobbers a puppy), followed by (in chronological order):
- a strained ankle after tripping on the sidewalk
- 4 hours dressed up like a pirate wench trotting around to promote for Captain Morgan (which is SO demeaning, but pays much better than my waitressing job)
- getting almost killed, then pulled over at midnight by a NYS trooper for "cutting him off" when he was driving a dark blue police car in the pouring rain WITHOUT HIS LIGHTS ON
- coming home to chase the kitten around the house while she attacked everything that moved until 2am.

I'm tired, and will be trekking off to NYC for the weekend... which means no rest in sight. So when I broke down in the car this morning on the way to an interview for a job that I have absolutely 0 interest in, with an individual who couldn't be bothered to give my his # so I could at least make up a good lie instead of standing him up, I said "fuck it" and came home. Not thrilled about heading south for the weekend, but considering that my best friend's husband starts chemo and radiation next week... after all that she's been through, if she wants to go shopping in NYC, we'll go shopping. So what if I don't get to sleep until... next Friday?