The Interview

I had a job interview yesterday. It was ghetto.

I was a little nervous, I hate interviews. I am a clown. ~rolls eyes~
And it's hard to hide my smart-ass-edness sometimes.
Especially when the girl interviewing you is..well..ghetto.

It was apparent to me that this chick had no interviewing skills.
She was so unprofessional. She cursed, smacked her gum, and talked to other people in the middle of our interview--Completely and CLEARLY not work related.
It was annoying. She had all her questions written on a piece of paper,
and was reading them off like a damn check list. She wrote down my answers.
I hope she wrote down what I actually said, and not some bullshit.
I had to really search for those answers.

"Why did you apply for this job?"
"Why should I hire you?"
"IF hired, Name some things that would make you quit?"

What the fuck kind of questions are these? Have I missed something?
I laughed, because all the answers that came to me FIRST, were just too entertaining to say.
I had to think hard, because the obvious answers were not good ones.
Atleast they wouldn't be to her.

After she went down her list of about 20 questions, all stupid as hell, she said that she wanted to show me around the office. She said that she is looking for someone that is able to fit in with the other girls; she doesn't want to hire someone that can't get along with the group.

She starts taking me around. All sistas. Not one white chick in the building.
Damn--I laughed to myself. I am gonna be the token white chick up in here!!
The thought of that just cracked me up.

I am sure that not everyone there would be appreciative that I do 'black love' ~smirk~
I wonder if they could tell?
She introduced me to all the workers. They all seemed cool, but I felt like I was on auction at muhfuckin E.B.A.Y. All the girls were checkin me out. I guess tryna figure if I was
white-white ~LOL~ or what the hell my story was.

I don't know if I am ready for this..I guess we will see!