I started off the morning at the dentist's office, getting a broken filling replaced with a temporary crown. That was just LOADS of fun... my mouth is STILL feelin funny and sore.
On my way home, I took my usual route. I see funny lights behind me, look at my speedo, it says 31. I'm in a 25 mph zone... oops. Cop pulls me over, it's officer Tester, the guy who arrested my best friend for a DUI while I was her passenger, and who has since joined our group of friends drinking at Beerfest every year, among other things. He's an asshole who was screwing around on his wife with a chick half his age (whose father happens to be the sherrif), and he says he clocked me going 41 when he passed me from the opposite direction, and that after I turned the corner he almost couldn't catch up with me. Come on, a police intercepter not able to get a minivan in a residential area - especially when the minivan is following a postal truck delivering mail - oh yeah, and if i was going 48 like he said, so was the mail carrier. At this point I'm not sure if he remembers me, but he says he's not making it up after I say I'm SURE I was not going nearly that speed. He offers no proof and cites me for 16-25 over. I'm totally going to dispute it - I was uncomfortable from the crown placement but I would have noticed going THAT fast on my normal route.
I spend most of the rest of my day alternating between crying and being pissed off out of frustration. It's only the 3rd time I've ever been pulled over in 20 years. I really think either he's lying or his equipment was wrong, and I feel helpless. But then...
My cell phone rang, and I saw the area code as being the same as one of the places I interviewed at yesterday. The HR manager was calling to let me know that next week he and the hiring manager were meeting with the board of directors and intended to present me as the candidate they wanted to hire for the position. Assuming the CEO approves it, they plan to give me a written offer on the 24th when they get back, and hope to get me through the drug testing and hiring physical and working by Halloween. I haven't told them yet that I'm going to be in the Dominican Republic from the 6th to the 13th - waiting for an offer in hand before I do so ;)