Rain, rain, go away! Come again... when I have a job.

This morning when I woke up, I was greeted by my first rainy Tennessee day. Ironically, it looked just like a rainy day in Pennsylvania... crappy.
I'm sure at one point when I was younger I longed for rainy days, when my sisters and I would play house in our basement or go outside and have bucket, hose, and water-gun fights amidst the puddles. Unfortunately, I left my dolls and water-guns in Pennsylvania... along with my sisters.
I'm at a point in my life where rainy days equal wet pant hemlines, frizzy hair, and mad dashes from my car to coverage. Needless to say, I don't like rainy days.

Staring outside, my eyes saw falling rain, but my mind saw a falling future. It was as if every drop was foreshadowing a bad day to come...

And so I started getting ready for the day. I had an interview with a potential employer at 2:00 in the afternoon, and I was more nervous about finding the right office than the actual interview! This company's property is so extensive, it's like it's own little town. And I had to find one little office in one little building in this "town" in Nashville. And did I mention that I just moved here?

I made sure to leave earlier than the drive time required (duh) and was armed with my map directions on my iphone as well as emailed directions from the interviewer. How hard could it be, right?

I was no longer asking myself that question at 2:00, when instead of sitting in an HR Dept. lobby like I should've been, I was sitting in my car facing a Bass Pro shop. I'll give you a hint: I was not being interviewed for a job at the Bass Pro Shop.
I was frantically driving around the massive property like a mad woman, trying to find appropriate signs and road marks, while repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) getting the interviewer on the phone. Looking through a rain-covered windshield didn't help my mood, and all I seemed to hear was my car's windshield wipers sliding out a sad song of failure that seemed to be the hit single on the soundtrack of my future.

But I would not give up! And so, I am proud to say I finally found the HR Dept! However, I am not proud to say that I found it 20 minutes later than I should have. If it hadn't been a rainy day, I wouldn't have had to wear my extra-high heeled shoes in an effort to keep my pants' hemline dry, and I would've been able to sprint the long distance from my car to the building, cutting that 20 minutes down to 16. But, seeing as how it was a rainy day, there I was, showing up for my interview 20 minutes late. I wouldn't have been surprised if they hadn't even let me in the building!

They did, of course, and the interviewer, to my surprise, did not even care about my tardiness. In fact, his opening line when coming into the lobby was, "Sarah? Sorry, I saw you called but my last call went longer than expected. I figured you probably got turned around, but I'm glad you were able to find it!"

I had to laugh. Or cry. I had just spent the last 20 minutes in a panic, reversing all the hard work my wrinkle cream had done in the last 2 weeks and spewing out words I shouldn't have, just to be greeted with a "Glad you were able to find it!" And to top off the fiasco, my mind was so distracted when I finally made it to the receptionist that I walked right past the table filled with glass jars of complimentary candy!

Like I said, rainy days in Tennessee look just like rainy days in Pennsylvania... crappy.