The Target Application Can Blow Me
So I applied for a job at Target yesterday. It was the weirdest thing. It literally took me probably 45 minutes to do the application, which you fill out on a computer in the store. On top of it being uber long, the questions were freaking ridiculous. What kind of application question is, "What percentage of politicians do you believe are honest?" (to which I chose the answer "less than 50%" :P) or "Have you ever been described as 'cocky'?" or "How often do you daydream?" Seriously, what the fuck? And I loved the question, "How do you keep your workspace?" Um... extremely neat... minus the cd's, magazines, random broken pencils, balls of paper, books, Strawberry Shortcake band-aids and gluesticks. Duh.
I watched Phantom last night by myself. That movie/show strikes some chord in me... I cried so much... like I always do during Phantom. The music, the story... I don't know, something about it really touches me. Then I spent 2 hours watching the extras on the second disk. When describing the story of how Phantom came about, they were talking about how Andrew Lloyd Webber felt it was his own personal story to a large extent... the fact that he was a musical genius who fell in love with a woman for her voice before he fell in love with the actual girl. Ugh, I love it.
That was pointless, but... oh well.
P.S. Exanimate?
P.P.S. Some random guy named Julio Martinez told Gem and me that if we didn't run my dad's car into the mailbox while he was away that he would rape us. YUP... that's why I drove the car into the mailbox and broke it. :\