Joey arrived in Florida safely last night after driving for most of the day. I am flying down on Thursday, but I didn't want to check a bag, so I packed a lot of my clothes and shoes for him to take in the car. Now I am trying to figure out what's left to wear to work.
I stayed up way too late last night because I felt weird going to sleep with no one here, but also because I was filling out the most involved job application I have ever seen. After attaching my resume, the company took me to a page where I had to fill out about 10-15 short answer questions. And they were NOT easy questions! It was crap like "Define [insert major Web site name here] and tell me what it's purpose is." It took me at least an hour to get past that, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I clicked "next" thinking, "This page must be where I look over everything before I send it off."
The next page was full of English and grammar questions. Whatever. It was done in three seconds. But the following page was a nightmare. It contained MATH WORD PROBLEMS. I'm sorry, am I applying to be in middle school again? I haven't done math in about four years, unless you count balancing the checkbook.
After suffering through the problems (and ended up Googling most of the answers), I clicked "next" again.
"Please upload a head shot of yourself."
You. are. on. crack. At this point, I was so irritated, I picked a random photo of me, cropped it, and clicked send.
They better call me for an interview. Or I just wasted two hours of my life I will never get back.
Me and my raging, bitchy migraine are off to work. I'm getting my haircut this afternoon (yipee! much needed) and I'm starting to get nervous about my u/s on Thursday morning. I'm a little sad Joey can't be here, but as he said on Sunday, "Don't worry, I'll be there for the big one."
Whenever that big one is.