penelope goes to the doctor
Yesterday morning I discovered that my interview with Kaplan was actually schedualed for last night. Enter: panicked preparation.
In order to get to Boulder by my 5 o'clock appointment, I had to leave Greeley by 3. Renee had finally reached the conclusion that my job was to come to an unhappy ending, and wanted to tell me in person. She called around 2:55 to break the news, just as I was giving Tom the final run-through of my presentation. 'are you supprised?' she asked? to which I replied, 'no, actually I'm getting ready to leave for an interview.' she told me that Suz wanted to discuss some way of keeping the community going and would call me later. My first thought was 'maybe we could find some trained monkeys. . . ' but before I could fully develop this plot, we had to leave for boulder.
After agonizing about what I should wear, I finally settled on my new grey, fully lined trousers, and a white button up shirt. This was not, it turns out, the best choice.
About five miles out of Greeley, I'm giving my presentation in my head. Tom rolles down his window and cranks up the heat. I am mildly supprized by this, until I realize that he has done this because the engine is overheating and the check engine light is on. We make it about another five miles before Tom decides to pull off the highway and onto a country road. This is a lucky decision, because as we a vearing, Penelope decides she has had enough, and promptly turns herself off.
What do I do, what do I do? Luckily, the nice people at Kaplan had called me earlier in the day to remind me about my appointment. I take a chance on which phone number is theirs and call up my new friend will, who works at the front desk. I tell him the sit: My car's overheated and I'm stuck off the highway and I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight. Luckily he is able to reschedual me for two weeks from now. Whew.
But the car is kind of smoking and um. . . what do we do? We wait. We wait for half an hour for the car to cool before we try to open the hood. We ponder over the possibilities of restarting the car and turning back. We call my mom, who calls my grandpa, who says it would be best not to try to start it, since we could burn the engine up.
so we call a tow truck man, to whom we give lousy directions, and who passes us on the highway. By now it has gotten warmer, around 5 probably, and my lined slacks are making me sweaty. Midas closes at 6 and we pull into the parking lot at 5:55. They've already locked up and give me a drop envelope for my key. great. tow truck man robs us of 90 dollars. great. no one can come pick us up. great.
so we walk. a long ways. In high-healed shoes and lined pants that slightly drag and my computer bag, which is not easy to carry for long distances. it takes us a long time. we stop for fries and orange fanta at the burger king on the way home. sigh.
Amy is coming to take me to Penelope in half an hour. 430 dollars for a new radiator, and i'm not even sure that was the whole problem. boo. Tom's working on his final for honors100, which is retarded, and I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do now and if we can keep the community going. I even offered to do it in my spare time if they let me keep my computer. We'll see. I still have to decide if i'm going to the conference in June, but I guess that all depends on what job I get in the meantime.
well, that's all for now. Until later . . .
m
In order to get to Boulder by my 5 o'clock appointment, I had to leave Greeley by 3. Renee had finally reached the conclusion that my job was to come to an unhappy ending, and wanted to tell me in person. She called around 2:55 to break the news, just as I was giving Tom the final run-through of my presentation. 'are you supprised?' she asked? to which I replied, 'no, actually I'm getting ready to leave for an interview.' she told me that Suz wanted to discuss some way of keeping the community going and would call me later. My first thought was 'maybe we could find some trained monkeys. . . ' but before I could fully develop this plot, we had to leave for boulder.
After agonizing about what I should wear, I finally settled on my new grey, fully lined trousers, and a white button up shirt. This was not, it turns out, the best choice.
About five miles out of Greeley, I'm giving my presentation in my head. Tom rolles down his window and cranks up the heat. I am mildly supprized by this, until I realize that he has done this because the engine is overheating and the check engine light is on. We make it about another five miles before Tom decides to pull off the highway and onto a country road. This is a lucky decision, because as we a vearing, Penelope decides she has had enough, and promptly turns herself off.
What do I do, what do I do? Luckily, the nice people at Kaplan had called me earlier in the day to remind me about my appointment. I take a chance on which phone number is theirs and call up my new friend will, who works at the front desk. I tell him the sit: My car's overheated and I'm stuck off the highway and I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight. Luckily he is able to reschedual me for two weeks from now. Whew.
But the car is kind of smoking and um. . . what do we do? We wait. We wait for half an hour for the car to cool before we try to open the hood. We ponder over the possibilities of restarting the car and turning back. We call my mom, who calls my grandpa, who says it would be best not to try to start it, since we could burn the engine up.
so we call a tow truck man, to whom we give lousy directions, and who passes us on the highway. By now it has gotten warmer, around 5 probably, and my lined slacks are making me sweaty. Midas closes at 6 and we pull into the parking lot at 5:55. They've already locked up and give me a drop envelope for my key. great. tow truck man robs us of 90 dollars. great. no one can come pick us up. great.
so we walk. a long ways. In high-healed shoes and lined pants that slightly drag and my computer bag, which is not easy to carry for long distances. it takes us a long time. we stop for fries and orange fanta at the burger king on the way home. sigh.
Amy is coming to take me to Penelope in half an hour. 430 dollars for a new radiator, and i'm not even sure that was the whole problem. boo. Tom's working on his final for honors100, which is retarded, and I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do now and if we can keep the community going. I even offered to do it in my spare time if they let me keep my computer. We'll see. I still have to decide if i'm going to the conference in June, but I guess that all depends on what job I get in the meantime.
well, that's all for now. Until later . . .
m
posted by Mel at 3:34 PM
1 Comments:
Aw. Poor Penelope. But it's good you're all right! I'll call you later. My nose says hi to you too.
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