With the need for a job growing steadily stronger, I humbled myself down to puny mortal form and attended an interview for a job today. Not wishing to jinx hmyself, I cannot say how well or poorly I did, other than it went better than the one before it, where no actual questions had been asked and merely an explanation of the business I was applying for was given. So, it went better than that? Meh, at this point the bar is low enough to declare "Good enough."
With the stress of answering questions over and done with, I climbed into my car and set out onto the freeway for the 30 minute drive back home. Stress over, I flicked on the radio.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO NO NO NO! It cannot be! We've been lucky so far! None of the malls have been playing this shit. None of the stores have begun yet. None of our local slaves have pasted that frozen look of traumatization and pain upon their features yet! It's not possible! There's no snow! There isn't even the standard California winter rains!
Wait! I know! This is a flashback! Of course. Every retail slave has these around this time of year. Right right, you're okay. Just change the radio station! See? It's okay. I'm all right. The sweet tones of Belinda Carlisle soothe my frazzled nerves.
As the standard commercials for the radio station come on I flick my way through the six radio stations I have programmed into my radio. Commercial. Commercial. Radio static interferance. Rot a song I like...
It took all of my power to change the station, where thank heaven, a car commercial was playing that was infinitely better to listen to. As it was, I grabbed my imaginary bartender by the throat and started ordering shots. He broke into a sweat at the look in my eyes and agreed.
The time of year where I just turn the fucking radio station off and shove a CD into the player until the day after Christmas seems to get longer each year...