Job Hunt

Connie got me an interview with the accounting branch of the insurance company he works for. I just came back, and needless to say, I'm not qualified. My two saving graces -- if they can even be called that -- are the fact that I can do arithmetic (because there was a quiz!) and that I went to the same high school as the dude interviewing me. Whoop-de-doo. On the other hand, I got the "so what do you know about the company" and "where do you see yourself in five years" questions dead wrong. You'd think there are no wrong answers to those, but, oh, there are. So those cancel out what tiny assets I had. "I'll hold on to your résumé," no, thanks, buddy. I know what that means. You can just shred it if you're not gonna use it. No use cluttering your office.

I need a job hardcore, man. I'll be a dogsbody at this point, just hire me. :(

Edit: FUCK OFF, MOM. I'm trying to take a god damn nap because all the nerves from that shitty interview ON TOP OF having to take Dad to therapy this morning -- which YOU scheduled for this morning because YOU were supposed to take him! -- wore me out and you say "well I'm cleaning upstairs"?! Seriously?! Not "oh I'll try to be quieter" or "how much time do you need, I'll do it a little later" but a flat out "well I'm cleaning." You just denied me PERMISSION to take a fucking nap, you shrew. Please kill yourself.