Yesterday was THE most bullshit day ... EVER. My sister called me at 5:15 a.m., for some reason thinking that I don't keep the phone by me and that she would just leave a message. Guess what, I never went back to sleep so ate breakfast around 6:30 a.m. I had to drive to San Antonio in torrential (like Noah's Flood) rain, rain that I would never think to drive in but I had that interview and had to keep going. Left very early because of the rain and so that I could grab a drive-thru wrap or something to eat. Well, the rain, poor visibility, traffic and a horrible accident that happened about 15 miles from the SA city limits put the kibosh on that. As we passed the scene of the accident I thought, 'well, that will be a lesson for all of us, especially those who were trying to drive like it was dry, to be careful'. That so did not happen. So I barely got to my interview on time, without any lunch and had back to back interviews from noon to 4:30 p.m. This is not their fault by any means. But I was kind of taken aback by their lack of consideration. At some point during a break I managed to grab a package of Chex Mix and ate a few bites between interviews. I had two 1-hour interviews with a different person at each, two 5-6 person group interviews at an hour each, and finally a 1/2 hour with a big poobah. At no point did anyone offer me water or tell me where the restroom was or ask me if I needed anything. I had to find someone to ask for both and basically make my own mini-breaks, else I would have been just sitting like a lump, by myself. How can a bunch of events people not know better? I was embarrassed, though, cuz my tummy kept bitching and I have no idea if anyone heard it. So finally tired, stressed out and starving, I got back in the car to realize that (a) it was fucking raining again but not as bad and (b) I was almost out of gas because I couldn't stop before in the rain to get gas and the trip took more than an hour longer than it should've and I didn't notice how much more gas I used. Great. So coming home I hit rush hour in SA and in Austin, and got to drive home in the rain, in the dark which is very bad because I don't do well in either alone so together was a nightmare. I made myself hold off on dinner because I was meeting a friend for dinner. Was saving myself for fish and chips at BJ's which is ALL I could think about. I was going to have me fish 'n chips and a big fucking glass of wine or beer. We touch base and I finally make it there after that nasty drive. There is a line out the frakking door! They NEVER have a long wait. Never. Well, last night they did. I almost started crying. Called her to tell her I couldn't wait it out because I literally felt like I was going to throw up or pass out. It had been 13 hours since I had anything substantial. [And, yeah, at some point I did think how awful that was when so many people don't get to eat for days sometimes and how is that possible when I felt so miserable missing one meal?] We ended up at an Indian restaurant I hadn't seen before that wasn't a sit down with waitresses, more like Pei Wei for Indian food. At that point I didn't care. So we went there and I snarfed down every bit of my Chicken Tikki Masala and naan. It was sooooooooooo good. Actually it might have been crap but I was too hungry to notice -- and I don't think it was, I think it was really that good. I felt immediately better.

By the time I got home it was after 9 p.m. and I was stressed out and exhausted. But the day was over and I don't want to talk about it again. :-p

Got a lotta writing to do today and shouldn't be spending so much time here but needed to vent it and get over it.