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I had a job interview today! With an IT consulting company. Considering I find this really funny, and am honestly surprised I didn't do this before Cracked, I think I was pretty well qualified for the job.

In any event, I got dressed, which was invigorating, and met her at a Tim Horton's on Ridgeway Ave. Here's something they never tell you when you're a bright-eyed college freshman, drinking whatever you can get your grubby little hands on, flirting with who ever seems attractive at the time, smoking hookah outside on the quad on a sunny day. They never tell you that one day in the not-so-distant future, you'll be sitting in a Tim Horton's on Ridgeway Avenue, wearing trousers and heels, drinking hot chocolate and staring down at your resume, letting your eyes wander to the teenagers eating breakfast sandwiches next to you. No one prepares you for that moment. And what was my choice of action as the woman walked in and said, "Aw, I wish you'd have let me buy you a cup of coffee!" ? I blurted out that, "Yeahh, this is weird, but I quit coffee in October. Cold turkey. I switched to tea instead." (polite laugh from woman). "So this is hot chocolate. Anyway, I brag about it to anyone who will listen. Including you. It's a feat, to give up coffee."

This is how I kick off my interviews. She was really nice, and the company and job seemed like a great opportunity. For someone inclined to enter the business world. I don't have anything really against a corporate job, and since watching The Office, who wouldn't hope to find a suit-wearing, grinning, sarcastic guy like Jim Halpert? But they asked for a commitment, which I couldn't give, because I am crazy and would like to move sometime within the year. To Colorado for school or to New York to be poor. One of the two. WHo wants a stable, well-paying job when you can be a mentally ill fact-checker or gallery worker, or a hopelessly penniless graduate student, looking for people to discuss Foucault and Facebook?

Anyway, I have to get back to my blogs. Clearly, as soon as I got home I changed into my pajamas and roamed the internet. I don't think I'll ever change.