
I finally got a job interview...and for REAL job to. I just wish this REAL job didn't make me feel so dirty inside. I don't know exactly what it was that gave me this feeling of ickyness. Maybe it was the way the Vice President of the company was flashing around his cell phone, saying he liked it when it vibrates in his pants, or taking out his car keys to say what an expensive car he drives--all trying to impress upon us how rich this company was and how much of a hideous amount of money it had made him. I didn't really feel like shaking his hand. In the one on one part he told me to give up the silly notion of "Grad School for potting" (he also told me that since I was a potter I must be making pot), and simply make selling life insurance (at high premiums to people who can't afford it but don't know any better)my career (i.e. make making money my life.)
Thank you God I am so over that.
Yeah,...I didn't go in for the 10 AM meeting today. I hope they shred all my paperwork.



