random thoughts - Day 1,996 (Wednesday) - head to toe

Tuesday night included preparations for a job interview on Wednesday. The padfolio set out days earlier was checked for a functional pen. Resume copies, ordered on Friday and for which pickup from Staples had been forgotten on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, had been picked up Tuesday morning and set on the kitchen counter. These were removed from the paper bag and set into the padfolio, at which point I realized I had sent the wrong file of the growing number of resume files and had copies of the absolutely wrong customized resume. 

A search commenced for the resume that had been customized and submitted for the specific role and company with the interview. Staples was closed for the night. The correct file was added to a thumb drive and set out for a Wednesday morning visit to the Staples copy center.

This morning there was coffee, a slice of cinnamon sugar toast, wardrobe selection with only two shirt changes, hair, and makeup. The correct resumes were picked up to have on hand just in case they were needed in the interview. The job description was reviewed for the hundredth time. 

The drive to the interview site took over an hour in late morning traffic and I arrived too early to go into the building. The entire journey there was a squeaking sound. At first, it seemed to be coming from the passenger side, but eventually, it was determined it was overhead in the Jeep My Sky roof panel. 

Stuck open to the sky.

In the guest parking area of the destination building, I hit the button to open the roof a bit and then close it to see if the squeak would go away. The roof opened fully. Then it wouldn't close. It would start to close, then reverse to the open position. This happened four years ago when I first got the vehicle and it required professional help, then hadn't been used since the first few days after the repair. The sky panels were a big reason why I bought that specific vehicle and I was too nervous to use them. The sun blazed into the car and I was sweating from the sunshine, frustration, and being in a suit. I left the Jeep and the open roof to attend my job interview. Thank goodness there was no rain in the forecast. 

The interview took longer than I had guessed it might, but it went well. The resumes weren't needed. While leaving, as I took the stairs to the sidewalk, the left one of my beloved Madden Girl dark green metallic booties, chosen today because they have a heel and my pants are a smidge too long, started making a funny hollow sound, unlike the quieter right boot. The rubbery thing on the bottom of the heel was gone. Disappeared. Possibly under the table in the conference room, or in the hallway from there to the door, or in the lobby of the secured building that requires an escort to get in the door. Who knows. It's gone now. 

Unrepairable heel situation.

The last time this happened was with a pair of hand stitched red leather loafers and the guy at the shoe repair place laughed and said it would be less expensive to get a new pair of shoes than to fix the heel, which would require entire resoling. It's doubtful things in the world of shoe repair have changed since then, so I guess my favorite boots are done for. And curses to the shoe manufacturers who make nice looking, comfortable footwear with  durable uppers and cheap, hollow plastic heels that can't be repaired. I hate you. 

The ride back took place under the blazing sun that felt like it was burning my arms and the open roof made the ride noisier than usual. I was hungry from not having had any lunch. A friend came to my rescue with the name of a car repair guy and a detour to the shop was taken. It took a couple guys pushing and pulling the panel while I pressed the power button and turned the magical My Sky Star Key for manual override to get the stupid panel closed. Hopefully, it's secure and won't leak. Or squeak. The plan is to never, ever touch it again. Ever.