When is my luck going to improve?

Sorry about the lame photo. It does, however, accurately describe the way I felt yesterday. I had an interview for a job downtown. I left with plenty of time, dealt with a bit of traffic, but got down to the 3rd Ward with 15 minutes to find a parking spot. Psh, who was I kidding? I went around the blocks like a bazillion times until I finally had to give up and park in a garage for $6. Ugh.

I get out of my car in the parking garage and realize I have about 60 seconds to make it to the office if I'm going to be on time. Running in heels is practically impossible. I get to the building and the doors, all key-card access, are locked. FML. So I trudge over to another office owned by the same company and ask them if I was even in the right place. Unable to contact anyone at the other office, they send me back to try again.

On the second try, I notice a very strange, large box that supposedly acts as a telephone into the various offices. First I call the wrong office and can't figure out how to make the stupid box hang up. Then I finally figure out how to call the right office and a woman comes down to open the doors for me. At this point, I am a depressing 12 minute late. I hate making terrible impressions.

I walk into the room with the person from HR and three other candidates. The HR person asks for my name and says, "Oh, I didn't even know you were coming!" Oh, brother. That, however, I will say was not my fault seeing as I did RSVP via email. So there. She then goes on to explain the two available positions: I had applied for a retail position, but there also was an admin position that I hadn't known existed. Screw retail, I want the other job! Anyway, the HR woman is explaining the heirarchy of the company to us when, just my luck, my phone goes off; during my frantic running around I forgot to put it on silent. FML.

The rest of the group interview thing goes fairly well, and I stayed for a moment after to explain to the woman that I am extremely interested in the admin position. I couldn't decide if she was just in a hurry, or if she had already written me off after the awful impression I had made that evening. I am really crossing my fingers that even though that was by far the worst first impression I've ever made in an interview, that she has it in her heart to forgive and forget. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

(photo from here)