For all 251 of my readers in Nicacaguarabia (((A small shanty town off of Coventry)I know people read this there because Google Adsense tells me so)No, there is no such thing as Dynamic IP addresses) I have an interview at a university known as Bath.
I've already been to an interview before.
I've been to many.
I have impressed with my interview technique as can be seen by the fact that I have had more than one job in the past.
I have a set technique.
I know what I'm doing. I dont need anyone's help.
I know what questions they will ask.
I know how to answer them confidently.
But I digress:
OOOOH IM SO NERVOUS WHAT SHOULD I WEAR HUR DE FUCKING DURRRR!
I KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO AND WEAR BUT ITS 'INFORMAL' WHICH APPARENTLY CHANGES THINGS?
IM ASKING PATHETICALLY RHETORICAL QUESTION BECAUSE I DONT REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!
IM SO NAIVE THAT I GENUINELY THINK THAT NO ONE WILL NOTICE MY GLOATING!
Tell me about your interview disasters! I'm not actually going to read them, I just have this fucking stupid idea that people
A. Will want to answer my questions
B. Will believe that a blogger trying to interact with the readers in desperate, shallow ways suddenly makes them more than some Two-Dimensional insufferable piece of shit
Awks.
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