The Stupid Interview

So I have this membership interview for a resort club this afternoon, which is (1) a hassle, and (2) a waste of time, and (3) again, a HASSLE. Seriously, what’s up with that? It’s a club at the beach! What do they really need to know? 

Grumble, grumble. Honestly, if they really want to know about me, why can’t they just stalk me on the internet like everyone else?

Uh, wait. Scratch that. Bad idea.

See, the thing is that I actually really love tests of any kind… but I’m really nerdy and competitive about them. And when I don’t get the score I expect, it really bums me out.

So entering any sort of testing arena without knowing the questions is a real downer for me. How am I supposed to prepare? or intimidate my co-interviewees (aka THE COMPETITION)??

Okay, maybe given my current chubbiness a bikini would be a bad idea too. Scratch that.

Oh well, what the hell. I guess I’ll just have to go in unprepared.. and in slimming (rather than swimming) clothes. Que será, será, and all that.

In the meantime, you all have a great day. I’ll be in my closet, grumbling a little more.

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