The Job Interview From Hell!

Set my alarm for 8:45 am: but it didn't go off.

I woke up at 11:20; my interview was scheduled for 11:30.

Tried to call them, but the phone was cut off.

Dressed in 20 minutes and ran out the door. Went to the N/R to go to Trinity Pl. downtown; after 10 minutes(!), they announced that the trains weren't running.

Trotted from 5th Ave. to 7th Ave. and took the s-l-o-w  #1.

Got to the building at 12:20 pm.

They at least knew Verizon had screwed up their phones: they're moving into a new place and the Verizon tech had told them he wasn't even given a contract to work for Verizon, so to expect the worst. Great.

The job pays $500/week BEFORE taxes. Great.

It is for a music management company that develops new talent — chaos is the norm, and shouting and screaming happen if you get something wrong. Things happen "faster than advertising" I'm told. Great.

We spent an hour looking at each other's projects: and I think it could be a fine place to work after all!

If not, what do I lose by quitting or being fired?

So we agreed we like each other and understand each other.

Could be fun, if not profitable — and they might even promote my paintings and Brass Family project! Hooray!

So we'll see . . .