Bucket status: undefined

To borrow a meme from James Lileks, my state of bucket-ness is not yet resolved. I had an interview today for one of the (now three) positions I'm potentially able to take on. At 1:30 this afternoon, while waiting at the dealership for information on why the Quotemobile's dashboard was displaying a particular idiot light, I'd have said that the top choice was no longer in play. The interview went okay, but I'd hate to play poker with the HR manager I interviewed with: I had no idea whether I was still considered a viable candidate for the position or not.

At 4:00, I got a very welcome bit of news that I'd survived the HR interview and was being scheduled for the next stage: meeting senior management at the firm. Wonderful! And yet, at the same time, a great opportunity to fall flat on my face. Let's see what wonders next week might bring . . .

You may have encountered something of the same ilk: literally on the way up the street this morning, I found that the Quotemobile's error-sensor had decided that I needed to pay attention to the tires. The friendly warning light was letting me know that I was taking my life in my hands to drive anywhere other than an authorized Toyota dealership. Having not left enough spare time for a side-trip to the service department, I drove on . . . probably setting an Ontario record for slowest maintained speed on an 400-series highway, for fear of a four-tire blowout at the worst possible moment.

Kudos to Whitby Toyota, for quickly diagnosing and fixing the problem: the spare tire pressure was just a bit lower than the other four tires, and had set off the sensor. Even more kudos for not charging me for the service.