11/30: A Series of Unfortunate Events

11/30 takes the cake for the worst day in my recent history. Here's a brief snapshot of what went down.

5 am: Wake up on 3 hours of sleep for an interview.

9 am: My mother calls to let me know that my dad is going in for a 3rd round of emergency surgery, in a span of 20 days.

9:30-1:00: First few interviews and lunch with a friend. Things were going well, or so I thought.

1:00: Walk into the room of the hiring manager for another interview. While she's getting settled in, I get a migrane attack. Havent had one in years, and in the meanwhile I am being blasted to come up with a marketing plan for a scuba diving company that is trying to target a niche segment made up of "hydrophobiacs" (not even a real word.) I've got to give it to her though; She senses that something's wrong and walks with me to the water cooler, where I pick up a token drink. It didnt occur to me then, but I should have pulled out some headache pills from the first aid cabinet. Overall, I did not acquit myself well to be able to accurately represent my abilities. (Whatever!)

2:00-2:30: Luckily I get a break to run to my car to see if I am carrying any pain meds. I have Tylenol, so I pop 5-6 of them and go back for my next interview.

2:30: The interviewer (Victor) is an awesome guy. For the next 60 minutes there isnt a silent second between the two of us.

3:30: The interviewer is a no-show. After waiting and leaving several voicemails, the guy sitting in the next room tells me that my interviewer is out to a going away party. Yay!! Only if he would have been courteous enough to provide prior notice.

5:00: On the 5S heading towards the airport, I get into an accident. A tire burst causes me to veer off my lane and get hit by an incoming car. Very shaken, and with shooting back pain, I exchange insurance information with the other driver, call a cab and get on my flight to LA. After being checked out by a doctor offcourse, who tells me to take it easy for the week and get more tests done to ensure that I didnt damage any vertebral discs.

I come back to LA. My back's killing me. Everything seems to be in the dumps (literally.) I call up my mom to see how my Dad's surgery went. Very tired, it doesn't take much for me to fall asleep and bid such a foul day goodbye.