To walk into a interview clutching your pants in one hand and your application in the other. (The pants are ON his body, not terribly secure, but ON his body nonetheless. Though a belt would definately be in order.)

I think, if I were to interview you, I would ask: "A woodpecker comes flying at your head, do you drop: the application, your pants, or, do you let your eyes get pecked out?" Any answer would lead to much deliberation and anylization of their twisted mind and inability to be hired.

Perhaps that is why I don't do the interviews. That, and I would have told a lady this morning that I would refuse to hire her because she had bad hair and a hideous baby blue pantsuit short sleeved pantsuit in a cotton/poly/linen blend. And frankly, I would refuse to look at that every day for the rest of my life as I know it here, at this job. Simply put, not happening.

Right. And I wonder why someone told me last night "I never said you were a sweet person, and have no intention of changing that."

*haughty sniff*


Being sweet is SO cliche and boring.