Nightmare reality
Last night I worked an overnight until 7am, taking the train home to arrive at about 9am, to sleep less than 3 hours (through construction work outside), to then go to a job interview. Now this would have been okay if I had slept decently sometime yesterday, but I didn't. Turned out that the interview was a group interview, ending in a written test. That was exactly what I wanted when I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. When it came my turn to talk all I could think of was *Don't fall asleep. Don't throw-up. Don't threaten to kill them all. Say something damn it.* Well I fucked it all up completely. Atleast I don't really care because they casually mention half way through the interview that you're only guarenteed 10 hours a week and that there was still another interview process after this. It's a fucking supermarket, you don't need a 3-interview selection process for check-out cashiers damn it. First they woke me up at 11am (after a night shift) with a phone interview, then there was today with a group interview, and anyone who is successful then gets an interview with the store manager. Fuck that, fuck them, fuck everything. I'm going to bed.