As I'm just about to put my headset on for the interview when my partner bounds down the hallway shouting my name. He opens the door and says "the gardener has cut into the drip line while using the pick axe, and, the truck won't start; I think the battery has died. Do you know where the battery charger is in the garage?" It took all my might to calmly say "I have an interview in less than five minutes, you're going to need to figure this out." The interview went well, and several hours and more than several dollars later, the car had a new battery and an appointment for the drip repair had been made. It's time like these that some pretty mindless sewing come in handy.