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Current music:	Jet Black New Year~Thursday

The Not-So-Sane
I've always found something demeaning about job interviews. In essence, you are just trying to convince someone to let you try to perform a job. A job which typically has nothing to do with the conversation you are having about why you want to work for the company, and your strengths, weaknesses, and little bits of personal odds and ends that are usually always lies anyway. And the interviewer knows that you are most likely lying through your teeth. So what's the point?

Today I was trying to convince someone to let me mop their floors as a second job to cover the furlough costs that plague me two Fridays out of the month. I don't know why I had to talk about myself, my home town, and on and on. I just want to mop some floors for cash, so I can keep myself from being homeless. Hand me a mop, give me fifteen minutes, and that's the interview. At least it should be. I already demonstrated that I can show up on time and dress myself. And I really, really, really want this job. I would actually have fun doing it and I wouldn't have to be around too many people. But I still sat there and talked about how I deal with stress and made bad small talk and told the handful of jokes I knew that I'd feel comfortable telling in front of my grandmother.

It's just so embarrassing to have to talk about how awesome you are and then have to go home and wait for someone to get back to you about whether or not you are awesome, when what I am trying to do is so bloody simple. I wish I could have just rolled up my sleeves and done the job I was applying for for just an hour or so.

Oh well. I think the interview went okay. I just hate the waiting. Every day I don't work is just another day I don't have a pay cheque, another day I continue to exist in limbo, basically homeless, penniless, relegated to a small room in someone else's house and expected to keep very quiet and to clean up other people's messes.

I've been reading a biography of Graham Chapman - I'm really obsessed with him after reading "A Liar's Autobiography", and owing to him being both my favorite member of Monty Python and a gay anarchist hero of mine - and so far (so far? I've read all but the last 10 pages or so, and I think we all already knows how it ends....) it's quite good. There are some bits that were of an uncomfortably personal nature (like the circle jerk bit), and there are yet more bits which should be uncomfortable but are really funny (like the many incidents in which Graham Chapman uses his penis to comical effect in pubs). I liked the passage where John Cleese explains how Graham Chapman just assumed everyone was gay, and was quite possibly on a personal crusade to get everyone to admit it and just relax. (It's on page 82 in the paperback. Check it out.)

I've managed to spill water on my keyboard. So none of the buttons work save the alphanumeric keys and punctuation marks. For the rest - up, down, left, right, tab, control, that sort of thing, I have to use the mouse, and I hate moving my hand a quarter of an inch. I hate not showing off my 1337 keyboard shortcut skillz to impress my dog, whom is the only person I hang out with these days.

Sadly, how mundane I am does not bore me one bit. I like cheese.