Mondayyyy. The day when I see if my weekend resume firing-off has, well, paid off. Sweet succotash. I have an interview at a temp agency! There is a God. At this point I don’t care what kind of job I get. I should walk in there with a sign that says “just want scrilla” because that is all I really care about anymore. Money. Things. PAYING FOR THINGS with MY money, lots of it. Copious amounts of it. CASHH. MOOLA. Reading over the “instructions” for my interview tomorrow I cannot help but laugh. Not just giggle, I’m talking about a full on, just got tickled between the toes, might pee, belly laugh. “This is your first impression, bring your passport and come dressed in the proper interview attire. A nice blouse or suit outfit is a great way to impress the interviewer. Bring a paper with things that will help the agency find the best job for you, a resume is the obvious choice. While you are here you will watch a safety video and complete a quiz.” Safety video? Do I get to work with hazardous, incendiary, perhaps accidentally inhalable substances? Yes, inhalable is a word. If you don’t believe me then check it out yourself.
Thank goodness for those instructions. If it wasn’t for that handly little leaflet I just might have marched in there tomorrow wearing boxer shorts with my tooth brush hanging out of my mouth.
Here is a little something I discovered on youtube. The subject: what else, unemployment
