Oh Baby Baby I'm That Sexy Lady

So it's 3 in the P.M. I'm standing outside of my grandfather's house in a tank top and swim trunks when I get a message from this other job I applied for not two days ago, and to my joy and excitement I find they want me to come in for an interview. I am excited because this is the job I want. Just as I am about to call them back, I mean the very second I'm about to hit the button, evil current job calls me and tells me that they want me in tomorrow morning at 8:30 in the A.M.

Say what nigga ass niggaz? Not even 24 hours advanced notice! So I call the other place and schedule an interview for 4:30 in the P.M. I then finish washing my dad's car (did you think I was just standing outside of my grandfather's house wearing a tank top and swim trunks for no reason? Still now that I think about it it would have been funnier if I had left out the explanation.) I then change my clothes, and hop on over to the interview just in the nick of time.

Well it's a nice place. Offers incredible benefits, pays two dollars less than my current position, but it's plenty stable. Apparently you set up medical or therapy appointments for worker's comp people. Easy as pie. I go in, apologize for my appearance, and get the 30 minute history of the company speech.

In the course of all this I notice a sticky on my resume stating I have the perfect qualifications, and I also find out that out of the 140 applications they've received for the position I'm one of only a few who have real customer service experience. So naturally I'm perfect for the job.

In a perfect world I would have it at this moment, but this is a world filled with corporate hiring practices. As any one who has ever worked for a major corporation knows nothing that corporations do on a bureaucratic level makes any sense. So I have to wait till the end of the week before all the managers get together and pick a hand full of resumes. Then if I am one of the chosen I will be called back for a second interview with the general manager at which time more deciding and what not will take place.

In the end I could lose my job to some one with a college degree. Experience and success don't mean as much as a piece of paper stating you have been schooled in an unrelated topic in the corporate world. That's right, I could lose my dream job to a liberal arts degree or a business major (I've never in my life met a business major who knew shit about business), or the odd paranormal psychology student. Of course my less than... perfect criminal record could also sink me. Who knows? All I know is poop job begins tomorrow.

Still I know little about poop job so maybe it will kick ass. Still you want to know a real hell? Have this song stuck in your head for two weeks.