Anyway, I talked to my mom about it and she told me I needed a suit anyway. So I went out to buy one. Let me tell you, buying suits is a poop. And I hate shopping, so it was a double poop. I ended up wandering around the mall for fucking hours searching for a suit that wasn't complete ass. I finally found one that I could stand and shelled out 200 bucks for it. I was not a happy camper. No. Much worse than that. If I have to spend more than seven dollars, I'm not a happy camper. So I turned into AmberRageBitch. And I still wasn't done shopping. I needed a stupid fucking button up collar shirt thingy. I thought: this shouldn't be hard to shop for right? Wrong. Fucking wrong. Apparently nobody likes to make them anymore. So I ran all around the mall all over again searching for a stupid fucking shirt and when I finally found some- they didn't fit. No size fit. They weren't made for women with breasts, and unfortunately for me, I have breasts. So once I found a size that fit nicely on my waste, it would barely shut around my tits; and if I found a size to fit over my tits, I would have to get a potbelly to fill the damn thing out. At this point I'm on the verge of homicide. So I rage quit shopping. I called Darren, who was wandering around the mall/surrounding area, to pick me up and take me the hell away. Long story short: $200 later I hated EVERYTHING.
Ok so, today I went to that interview in my new suit which, now that I'm no longer in a fit of rage, I actually like. I knew going in that I wasn't interested in the job (but it's not like I could have called after I accepted the interview to tell them to shove it), but I just had to keep telling myself that it was good practice. Anyway, I got in there and all the scathing remarks I'd read about the interview process were dead on. I had to try not to laugh. I sat through a one and a half hour powerpoint presentation about how awesome the company is. It went a little something like this: MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONE
So finally, I got into the one on one interview. I was asked the routine questions. I answered the routine questions. And when he asked if I was still interested, I basically told him no. They're looking for someone to stay there and work with the same people's finances for... well forever, and I want to go back to school. I'm not ready for a career, and I told them that. Politely. Because contrary to popular belief I can be very polite. So thanked me for my honesty and we parted ways permanently. Thank gawd. But dammit, I did it! I went to my first professional interview and I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. Even if my pants may or may not have been unzipped the entire time. Classy as usual.
And now: back to unemployment.