Let’s just do this one in chronological order, shall we?<\/p>\n
I woke up earlier than I planned and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I killed some time before I had to head up to San Francisco for a job interview. Yes, this would a job in the city, yes it would be an hour train ride each way, yes that’s still a major consideration in the job, but we’ll see what happens anyway. The parking lot at the Sunnyvale station was full, so I ended up parking in three hour parking for six hours, and hopefully I don’t get mailed a ticket or something.<\/p>\n
The train ride up was longer than I’d expected, even though I’ve ridden the train before, I’d never been on it with the frame of mind of “what if I did this every day?” I brought a book and my iPod and my DS, but if I ended up commuting, I’d need Internet via cell phone + laptop or something or I’d go crazy.<\/p>\n
The interviews themselves seemed to go fairly well, I only stumbled a bit on some of the Perl questions, as it’s been a few years since I’ve been in a Perl kind of frame of mind and it took me a bit to get back into it. No real point going into further detail, I suppose, that’s not the fun part of my day, that was the sanity inside the insanity sandwich.<\/p>\n
The train back wasn’t nearly as bad, as it was a limited, so it only took 48 minutes. I get to my car, no ticket or anything. I drive out, and while waiting at the light at Mathilda and Washington, I see my oil light come on. My first thought is “Oh no, not again.” (Have I ever told that story? I must have. I’ve told other people. Once upon a time I had my oil dump out completely on Central Expressway while I was driving because the guy put the wrong oil filter on when doing the oil change, and when I accelerated, it came loose.) I noticed the engine starts sounding percolated, which I recognized as the bad sound of an engine with not enough oil in it (see the things you learn from practical experience?) so I cut the ignition. At the next green, I put it in neutral and push it around the corner with the help of the couple in the car behind me.<\/p>\n
Once there, I get out and notice the large puddle of oil where my car used to be, and judging from my practical experience again, I deem it to be about an entire engine’s worth. As the cars turn the corner, the puddle gets spread out over the street, and all the time I’m sitting there, I can hear the occasional car skidding a bit as it passes over the slick pavement.<\/p>\n
So I call up AAA, my first time ever in the 13 years I’ve had a membership. Of course, my membership had expired. Yesterday.<\/b> Fortunately, the guy is able to process that after sending out a tow truck. The tow eventually gets me and my car to the Pep Boys, the only place still open, and where my car awaits an oil leak diagnostic for $30, with more charges inevitable. Oh, and the tow guy also tells me about the loose boot on my front axle, which I just found out about when I got my oil changed a few days ago.<\/p>\n
I had to phone Leon to pick me up, and when we get back and check the mail, I get another letter from the IRS, asking for further documentation on my stupid missing Schedule D. They want the Schedule D. I gave them the Schedule D. They want it again or they didn’t get it before or something stupid and I need to go to HR Block again<\/i> and ask them what the hell is going on with this.<\/p>\n
I had happy things to post before, things about FFXI, but I’m not in the mood.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Let’s just do this one in chronological order, shall we? I woke up earlier than I planned and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I killed some time before I had to head up to San Francisco for a job interview. Yes, this would a job in the city, yes it would be an hour train … <\/p>\n