Fuck job interviews.

The woman from The Second Cup just called to say that she's running late, and could I come at 11:40 instead. Okay.

I really hope that this is my last job interview for a really long time, and not just because I'm broke as a joke. Job interviews are fucking lame and I'm sick of them. I've had three in the last coupe of weeks and I'm so tired of having to get dressed up and trying to impress people who I don't give a shit about impressing, other than thaty they get to decide whether or not I can pay rent next month or not. It sucks.