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I went to the interview today and I am 90% positive I got that job.
I am so positive that I went to Target and bought myself some shit.
They actually have really fucking cute striped sweaters there.
I bought 3.
And, a thermal.
and, $163 of shit.
I bought Gwen Stefani's new album since I think "Wind it Up" is, for lack of a better phrase, THE SHIT and I was a little disappointed.
Then I went to the grocery store and totally went Fat Girl. Since I've moved I've been counting the calaories and so on, but not today.
No, today I bought all my favorites. Pop Tarts, Cheese Whiz. I went all out.
So, basically. If I somehow didn't get this job I am super fucked more than I was super fucked before because of my little shopping spree. Though, again, I'm 99.93829825% positive I did.
When he called me last night he said was super impressed with my typing skills. I ended up only testing 85wpm when I was there and my highest kph was 10124. But, man, I yucked it up.
I smeared on that charm so thich, shit. And, he was actually funny! Had me laughing.
There's no way the person who interviewed at two was either a: a faster typer or b: more hilarious than I am.
Not possible.
I have the whole package.
And, at the end I got the feeling he wanted to tell me I was hired, but couldn't because of the second candidate.
"So, I'll be making my hiring decision later today. If I do and we do decide to take you on...uhm...I could call you in the evening right?"
"Oh, yeah. No problem."
"And, if we did decide to take you on then you could...start tomorrow morning, right?"
"Oh, for sure."
"Alright then!"
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I went to the interview today and I am 90% positive I got that job.
I am so positive that I went to Target and bought myself some shit.
They actually have really fucking cute striped sweaters there.
I bought 3.
And, a thermal.
and, $163 of shit.
I bought Gwen Stefani's new album since I think "Wind it Up" is, for lack of a better phrase, THE SHIT and I was a little disappointed.
Then I went to the grocery store and totally went Fat Girl. Since I've moved I've been counting the calaories and so on, but not today.
No, today I bought all my favorites. Pop Tarts, Cheese Whiz. I went all out.
So, basically. If I somehow didn't get this job I am super fucked more than I was super fucked before because of my little shopping spree. Though, again, I'm 99.93829825% positive I did.
When he called me last night he said was super impressed with my typing skills. I ended up only testing 85wpm when I was there and my highest kph was 10124. But, man, I yucked it up.
I smeared on that charm so thich, shit. And, he was actually funny! Had me laughing.
There's no way the person who interviewed at two was either a: a faster typer or b: more hilarious than I am.
Not possible.
I have the whole package.
And, at the end I got the feeling he wanted to tell me I was hired, but couldn't because of the second candidate.
"So, I'll be making my hiring decision later today. If I do and we do decide to take you on...uhm...I could call you in the evening right?"
"Oh, yeah. No problem."
"And, if we did decide to take you on then you could...start tomorrow morning, right?"
"Oh, for sure."
"Alright then!"
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