After I wrote that last blog post, I went back upstairs to bed, only to have my dumb dog wake me again.
So then I pulled on my fleece robe and fell down the stairs.
By “stairs” I mean one stair or maybe two. It was dark and late. And shocking.
I missed the step somehow. I landed solidly on my right knee but luckily enough, went back to bed with only a stinging rug-burn type pain and no broken ankle or fractured pelvis or shattered kneecap.
When morning came, I woke up early and drove down to San Diego for my appointment. I arrived in the parking lot a full thirty minutes before my appointment, then waited fifteen minutes after my appointment time for the man to lead me to his office whereupon I realized that I had failed mightily.
I had completed the 30-something pages of information but did not get a particular form notarized as I had been instructed. He said, “I can’t touch any of the packet until that form is notarized.”
And then he sent me on my way with instructions to call back to make another appointment after I have the form notarized.
All in all, I wasted his time and mine. That was one week ago. I still don’t have the form notarized.
Yesterday, I was hiking the nearby trail at about 8:30 AM and a phone call interrupted the podcast in my ears. I answered the call and it was the detective I have been working with for a different job. He was calling to tell me that the background investigation was complete and that I should expect to receive a job offer.
There’s still an in-person meeting (where I’ll receive the actual offer) and a psych evaluation and a medical examination but I do believe that I’m actually going to be hired. It’s been almost four months since I originally applied for the position.
(I wish I knew what I’ve been doing with all that leisure time since I was laid off other than watching the entire five seasons of Breaking Bad. How can an unemployed person be so busy?)
(That’s how you end a blog post when you are tired and you can’t think of a nice way to wrap up what is essentially a diary entry.)
UPDATE: I remembered how I meant to end this post. I was going to end it by telling you that after I got that phone call at 8:30 AM while hiking, I realized that the reason my pants felt weird was that I was wearing them backwards. Ha.