Always the interviewee, never the hire:
Jun. 2nd, 2009 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skywaterblueThe job interview: I went, thanks to my dad lending me HIS car after I dropped him off at work. This never happens but he's been letting me drive his more often because he trusts me not to strand him places. So thanks Dad, I love you.
The job interview itself? I thought it went pretty bad. This sucks, guys, it really sucks.
I need a job - not even just for the money, but to get out of the house regularly for my sanity.
On the other hand, I have this car to myself for the rest of the afternoon and I'm thinking I should abuse the privilege to do some errands. Rather than catch up on sleep, which is what I want to do (but I had all that pre-interview coffee.)
Speaking of, I basically do have to go to Zia's and sell some stuff, irregardless of the somewhat-retarded idea of going to Berkeley in a month. For I have no more coffee and my dad loathes buying it for me. Fuck.
ETA: Yay, Noelle's coming over with her baby to cheer me up. Awesome.
The job interview itself? I thought it went pretty bad. This sucks, guys, it really sucks.
I need a job - not even just for the money, but to get out of the house regularly for my sanity.
On the other hand, I have this car to myself for the rest of the afternoon and I'm thinking I should abuse the privilege to do some errands. Rather than catch up on sleep, which is what I want to do (but I had all that pre-interview coffee.)
Speaking of, I basically do have to go to Zia's and sell some stuff, irregardless of the somewhat-retarded idea of going to Berkeley in a month. For I have no more coffee and my dad loathes buying it for me. Fuck.
ETA: Yay, Noelle's coming over with her baby to cheer me up. Awesome.
