Interviews, Rejection, Dating & Mysterious Gifts
The interview I had this morning was my second one I’ve had this month – this year actually. Though the guy who scheduled it and the boss who told me to set it up either, I managed to tell the guy who ended up interviewing me plenty of good stuff. I think. Considering it’s for an unpaid internship, I guess I didn’t have much to lose. The idea that I would spend half an hour driving each way to an unpaid internship position would have perhaps been insulting even a year ago. I mean I’m a college graduate. That means a lot, right? Haha. I used to think so before the Great Recession.
And the job that I interviewed for two weeks ago – thought I had it in the bag – didn’t come through either. Sad and angry were the two prominent feelings after getting the email. Fatburger late in the afternoon seemed to ease the pain somewhat. The staff at Fatburger gets so excited when you order a fat burger and fat fries: “FAT BURGER and FAT FRIES.” They must have to shout that hundreds of times a day, but they seem to enjoy that you are clogging your arteries. Maybe I should start doing that at obvious things at my work. Even though every burger is a fat burger, you gotta make it fun, right? Just gotta get the job too.
Mysteriously, someone left a Foo Fighters “Wasting Light” at my doorstep. I managed to wash the dishes and most feelings of rejection out of my hair. Not exactly hardcore music, but enough to forget about what was buggin’ me. Still at a loss for who it was. Male handwriting. No ideas.
Top off a full and strange day, I had my first date in quite a while. As in I knew the guy already and asked him out. This is not exactly usual behavior for me. I mean I actually asked someone out AND he said yes. That is weird enough in itself. Strange forces are in effect as today manifested itself. No crazy making out or bookie. He did say he had fun hanging out and would like to again. I never know how to take that when someone says it. I think I’ll just go to bed instead of tryig to figure everything out. Apparently, life doesn’t work out that way anyways.
