On Monday, a company called me and asked me to interview on Tuesday. They found my resume on their own, I did not apply to them.
On Tuesday, I interviewed. Later Tuesday, they called me back asking for a final interview on Friday.
On Wednesday, Husband’s truck blew up.
Now I finally landed a job (basically) on the sole reasoning that my husband’s been bothering me to get a job for a while now. Now Husband has my vehicle, and I am unable to work.
What. A. Crock. Of. Shit!