Dead Hookers and Quantum Theory

To clear things up, the title has nothing to do with anything that will be covered in this post.

I started reading Ayn Rand's "We The Living" a couple days back. I'm enjoying it so far. It's really opened my eyes to the situation that existed in early 20th century communist Russia and also gave some insight into the so-called McCarthy Era.

Fun story time! I like to call it, "The Most Expensive Job Interview I've Ever Had"

So a few weeks back I had an interview set up for a counseling position at Pretty Lake Vacation Camp. It's down in Mattawan so I left about a little over an hour before my interview. I roll into town about 10 minutes before I'm scheduled to start. I'm in the left-hand lane and about to go through an intersection when the guy towing a backhoe in the right hand lane decides he needs to swing into my lane to make a right hand turn. I jump on the brakes, which feel fine for a fleeting moment and then the pedal slams all the way to the floor. Yippee, my brake lines just broke. Choking down panic and enough curse words to make a sailor blush I manage to navigate my truck into a parking lot and am able to stop thanks to a dual-master cylinder (I don't know what this means other than you do have a little stopping ability even when you don't have brake lines).

So I call the guy I'm supposed to be interviewing with from my trusty cell-phone, which is only showing 1 bar of power remaining I might add. He comes, picks me up and takes me the remaining 2 miles to camp. The interview goes well and I think that, perhaps, my woes for the day are over. WRONG!

I try to get ahold of some friends, relatives and so on. None are available. Finally I get ahold of my sister who is over 2 hours away and is actually able to come out there. It's now about 4pm, meaning she should be there by 6pm. I get a call about 5:30 from my sister. Turns out she needed to pee and pulled off the freeway in Shelbyville. Unfortunately for my sister there isn't anywhere to pee in Shelbyville. She soon discovers this and attempts to turn around in a driveway and only manage to get her car stuck. Seeing forced opportunity, Melissa pees on the driveway holding her car captive. About a half hour later the owner of the driveway with the forzen pee-snow on it arrives, followed shortly by the police Melissa called. After much 'Man-Talk' they push her out of the driveway. During this ordeal my cellphone goes dead so I'm not entirely certain, at the time, that she's even out of the driveway.

About 7:30 my sister shows up at parking lot I've been hanging out at for the last three and a half hours. We go inside a nearby restaraunt where I buy her dinner and set about getting a tow for my truck. We get back home, without further incident, about 9:30. The tow truck shows up about 1am after getting lost a couple of times, which they dutifully charged me for, the grand total coming to about $340.

Looking on the bright side though, I got the job.