Since I am trapped in a glass bottle under the passenger seat of a monster truck, I'm going to vent to livejournal.
I had an interview today at 9:15 am. An interview that never happened. I waited in the lobby for half an hour. The problem was, the girl scheduling my interview over the phone never gave me a contact name or number. When i arrived to the "west lobby" entrance of the DMV hq, I had no way of contacting the department who scheduled my interview. I was trapped, fingers crossed that someone would care enough to check for me in the lobby. NOoOOOO LUCK.
Now i'm like beating myself in the head because I KNOW i should've asked her for the information, I just blanked because usually they offer it. But I have nowhere to complain. Where do you lodge a complaint when you don't know the who/what/where? It's mostly lame because i actually showed up. And, early! Mother fuckers don't know what they're missing.
LONG STORY FUCKING SHORT++ GET YOUR DAMN CONTACT INFORMATION SO YOU DON'T GET STUCK IN A LOBBY+++++++++
I don't know why i'm so pissed over this. I'm acting like a baby. I think it's cause i'm tired. I went home hella early from poker but that fucking INVIGA i drank at 10 kept me awake till goddamn 2 am. Probably that and the several diet pepsis i drank at Kazbah.
at least bleach is 54 percent downloaded. WOOHOO. Joblessness is amazing.