application anxiety

Job interviews are a real blast if you're on mushrooms or ecstasy or something that helps make the interviewer's unimpressed incredulity seem like a waterslide of colorful adoration. When you're sober, they tend to call up dystopian slices of Orwellian distress on par with that Pink Floyd video with the kids and the meat grinder. This is especially true for those open calls where you are surrounded by thirty or so wolf-eyed fellow applicants in better outfits than yours.

And after today's handy reintroduction to these horrors, I will probably get to go through it a few more times before I find a second job or throw myself in the river. Fuck.

(I swear this stupid thing will get not always be this mopey. Really. I'm pretty sure.)

But then I went home and watched Captain Ron. O Captain, my Captain, that movie is funny!