One More Interview

 

I know I keep talking about interviews but fuck I suck at them. I did a final interview today for a social media job in music. I would be so good at that. And man I was so underwhelming during the interview I was like Lana Del Rey during a live performance. I just answered every question as quickly as possible to get it over with (I do interviews like I do sex – fast with a low rate of return. I’m sure I used that term wrong but I failed economics in year 10). Plus oh man I just skipped over so many things I would have loved to talk about. Anyway I’m very good at picking up on the vibes and I instantly knew at the end I was unsuccessful but for some reason the interviewer felt compelled to escort me to the elevator which happened to be really slow. So we just stood there for what felt like hours in almost silence waiting for the lift. It was so fucking akward. I noticed she was wearing a broach on her jacket and thought that could be a topic of conversation but then realised she must have thought I was just looking at her breasts instead and freaked out so blurted out “bye!” and legged it for the stairs as the lift doors finally opened. Fuck. I’m never getting a job.

 

– Lonely Kids Club | Boutique T-shirt Label

 

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