I was at a BBQ last night. My friend was trying to get me into the pool, but I didn't want to go in. I jumped a fence to get away from him, and I landed on my left heel on concrete.
Now I can't walk on it ... and I have a job interview tomorrow. Well I HAD a job interview tomorrow. I can't go now. Seriously ... FML.
I finally get a job interview and I can't go because I'm a clumsy idiot. I suppose I could limp in ... maybe they'll take pity on me and hire me. Fuck.
*Update: at around 3:34 Amy called Target and got her interview rescheduled for next Tuesday.