I have an eye twitch. Yep. Looking for a job and the stress of not having two scheckles to my name has given me an eye twitch. Is this life at 25? I don't think I'm living my life right. My eye actually started twiching in a recent interview. I think it was after they said that if a department does a exceptional job one week, we would get the special privilege of wearing shorts to work. WHAT?! Since when is that a privilege? I hate shorts! After the intital interview, we had to take a kind of "personality test." We were given a series of statements and we had to choose which one best described us and which one described us least. One of the last series of questions went a little something like this:
1. I could wander the earth alone forever and be happy.
2. I like to bet high stakes.
3. I don't like meeting new people.
4. I occasionally like to smash things.
Now, if I am honest, the "I occasinally like to smash things" statement is the one I can relate to the most, but what dumb-ass is actually going to chose that one? I actually think I might have just because it all seemed so stupid to me at that point. All this to say, I am livin' the dream people. Livin' the dream. Now, I am going to drink a fourty and go sing some Kareokee. Bye.
