Employment and Flooding, In The Same Day!

As I've mentioned everywhere else now (meaning Facebook, Twitter, and via phone calls)...I GOT THE JOB! :D

I was almost late to the interview, and really got there a little early by pure luck. The manager, Kim, was very nice and friendly to talk to. She's even a bit of a gamer, although not big on Warcraft. And she promised not to hold it against me that I'm from UConn territory, or that my father is a big Huskies fan ~.^

Tomorrow she'll e-mail me the schedule, and I should be starting training on Monday. She warned me that the first two or three days will be extremely boring ("Lots of reading." "I like reading!" "Yeah, you say that now..."), but she was pretty upbeat about it. From what my roommates tell me, the Cleveland store is fairly slow, mostly getting business from the dozen hotels that are really there for football season.

The store is, in my opinion, located PERFECTLY for me. It's a couple blocks from Notre Dame--meh. It's next to a Game Stop, a Taco Bell, and a Fazoli's*--DING DING DING DING DING!

The real bonus is the drive. I thought that it would be 5 minutes to get there, same as just about any other place in this area. Nope. It's 15 minutes, and it's down less urban roads with some woods. It's far enough away that I can listen to a good two to four songs on the way to and from work. While driving past trees. Next to drive-thru pasta. Glee!

To celebrate, Ryan, BJ and I went grocery shopping, and got Cold Stone ice cream before coming home to raid. WOOOO PARTY.

Of course, this is after I drove back through the SCARIEST RAIN EVER. We might get downpours in Connecticut once in a while--our definition being rain that's falling hard enough that you can't see very well out your windshield. From what we've seen so far, that kind of rain is "normal" here. Today's rain was also normal, which frightens me.

More than once, I had to change lanes to avoid small ponds; other drivers went on the (empty) sidewalks. The roads in our complex had turned into small rivers, WITH CURRENT. AND WAVES.

MY WHEELS WERE SUBMERGED. MULTIPLE TIMES.

I dashed inside, was in the rain for less than 15 seconds between car and door, and was DRENCHED from head to toe, enough that I had to change every bit of clothing. I entered the apartment, expecting Ryan and BJ to be as amazed at this watery apocalypse as I was.

Nope. Just chatting.

I recounted my accidental attempts at boating and fear for my life--or at least my car--and BJ just chuckled and asked "What, you don't get rain like this in Connecticut?"

For a belated birthday present, anyone want to send me an umbrella? Maybe a rowboat?