Bad Idea:

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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.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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