So, today I went for a job interview in data entry. Showed up early, dressed nice, shaved, the whole nine yards. Go into the interview, and every one of my responses are spot on. I get the HR rep chuckling with a few well placed jokes, and I could tell that she saw I could do the job. Then one of the supervisors for the position came in. Dickbag. Not a smile from this motherfucker. He asks about my work history, I do the same song and dance, nothing. He grills me about my performance record, and just disregards my education focusing on how I was only in a temp job for seven months. A FUCKING TEMPORARY JOB. But he finally relents a little, and I think I've got him, until the end of the interview when he says one thing: "We're really looking for someone with experience with Data entry. That's our prerogative." I respond with "Yes. I totally understand that. But I think that my education may rectify that problem. My English degree focused primarily on writing. Once I take the performance test, I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised." He kind of glowers, and then says pretty much the same thing, then leaves. The HR rep says she let me know. So, instead of posting in their ad that they're looking for experience, they make it sound like an entry-level position. I don't think I'm getting the job. So, on my way back from the interview, I stopped and got a bottle of cheap wine, which I drank tonight. So I'm drunk, sitting in my basement, watching Season 4 of the Venture Brothers that I borrowed from a friend. Feels bad man.
Upside, finished my taxes. Making BANK, but I can't fucking really spend that much of it. Gonna go get me a GRE prep book so I can go to grad school and get my shit together in life.
On a similar note, I'm currently working on another blog project. A more specific blog project. An Awesome project. So awesome, that the world may not be ready for it. Stay tuned