Don't trust the man on the phone.

Hey y'all,

Once again I've managed to waste a day trying to find a job. I get a mysterious phone call yesterday from a publishing company that I sent my resume into a few weeks back. The man tells me he's Elliott Wolf, of Peanut Butter Publishing. Okay, sure. The only reason he called me, in my opinion, is because I ACCIDENTALLY flooded their company email with my cover letter and resume. Three times to be exact, all because I was trying to apply to Penguin Publishing. Whoops.

Anyways, he calls and asks if I'm Mary Newcomb, which I am. So he's all, "Hey, haven't we talked before? You're from Silverdale, right?" Uh, wrong. So I explain my situation and he tells me that if I'm ever in the city to stop by and we hang up. As I'm sitting there in the aftermath of that weird phone call, I start thinking about how desperately I need a job and who am I to turn down the expertise or job opportunity from a founder of a publishing company. So, I call back and arrange a meeting with him for today at 1:00 p.m.

What a waste of a cute outfit. :P

Flash forward to this morning: I get ready, drive to Bremerton, get on the ferry, and I'm off to Seattle. After that, it's all downhill. I get super lost, have to reroute directions about 6 times, finally find the area his business is supposed to be in--it's not there!! Nope, nothing but residential apartments and houses on the waterfront with a cool park. I drive up and down this road searching for the address 2925. I find 2920,2922, 2921, etc...but nothing for 2925. Finally I decide it's time to give up because after walking around a bit on foot, I realize if this man does have his business where he says he does, he must be running it out of his house and there is no way in hell I'm going in there. So, I spend another $15 to get on the ferry and come home.



Tonight, I'm going to Sluys to get some viking donuts. The sweet spot in all the bitterness of this day.