One down; one to go

So it all started on the toilet. Let's be honest here, most things do start on that magical, porcelain thinking chair. I was reading the paper looking for jobs when I discovered that a Physical Therapist had a job opening for an assistant. "That sounds like fun," I said out loud, which probably made my co-pilot a little uncomfortable. I send them my resume and cover letter and the next day I received a phone call from a nice girl named Kim asking if I would come in for an interview. I of course said yes. I called Kim for directions and at 2 pm the next day pulled up and parked and walked in to the PT clinic. I told the front desk I was here for a job interview and a lady walked out and told me to come back. It was slightly awkward, as most job interviews are. She made me then fill out an application; I thought this strange having already sent a resume. I received a call the next morning from a guy name Darin telling me that I got the job and that I could start whenever I wanted. I thanked him. A couple hours later Kim called me. "We missed you yesterday, is everything okay?" She politely asked. "Oh Kim, you're silly," I replied, "I was there and interviewed with Linda and then Darin called me this morning saying I got the job." She laughed, still a little confused and said, "there is no one here named Darin or Linda." We then reached the conclusion that I went to the wrong PT clinic, applied, and got that job! It was the most ironic thing ever. The irony of all ironies. I went in to my "real" interview the next day and the PT turned out to be a great guy. After we talked he told me to hang around for a little while and we chatted. He likes photography. It was a really chill place where everyone just talked and joked around. I liked it. I told him if he offered the position, I would take it. I am waiting for a phone call. But if not, at least I have a fall back job now. HA