nine days later

i haven't updated in nine days. i'm going to post a new post now.

i didn't get the damn job. my group interview went surprisingly well. i had been worried about getting spectacularly nervous and sweaty around a bunch of people i didn't know. my only gaffe was telling a dirty joke - one of our group exercises was for everyone in the group to draw a question out of a hat, answer the question, and for everyone else to answer the question just answered. the prompt was to tell a joke. i sat while everyone recited their joke, trying to think of something that wasn't filthy, and this was the best thing i got:

A penguin is driving his car when it conveniently breaks down in front of a mechanic's shop. The penguin pushes his car to the garage and asks to have it looked at. The mechanic tells him it'll take a little while, so the penguin strolls outside and spies an ice cream shop next door. He heads on over and proceeds to pig out on a number of flavors, focusing mainly on vanilla. He returns to the garage an hour later to find out what's wrong with his car. The mechanic sees him and tells him, "Looks like you blew a seal." The penguin replies, "Oh no, I was just eating ice cream!"

I had been weighing whether I should tell that joke or no joke at all (I was having a hardcore brainfart at the moment and could only recall that one joke), and decided anything would be better than a zero. People laughed, but it just may have scored me negative points. A few hours after the group interview was over with, I had my personal interview. I had been working the Help Desk, so I was in a fairly good mood, and didn't think I had anything to worry about as far as getting wacky nervous. I was wrong. About midway through the interview I broke into a sweat. I wasn't answering questions in detail. I was drawing blanks on some things. One of the questions asked what the best piece of criticism a supervisor had ever given me, and I think I came off as an ass saying that I had never received any helpful criticism and proceeded to tell them about the worst piece of criticism I had ever received (my fat cow of a manager at McDonald's telling me not to work so hard because I was making her tired - fucking bitch). I probably would've gotten the job if it weren't for that. I even wore a flashy shirt and tie - I was one of three to do that.

Yesterday I came home to learn that my mother was in the hospital for being exposed to meningitis, a potentially fatal disease. That had me tweaked out for about three hours. I was getting ready to gather some things and head off to chill with my mom at the hospital when I got a phone call from her. The doctors think she's just fine, even though they didn't pull any blood to test or do a single fucking thing to conclusively rule out the possibility of a meningitis infection. I picked up my mom from Whidbey General and got to hear a story about a time when she was in the army and went to some guy's birthday party in which the birthday boy was seated on a chair in his birthday suit. What did this have to do with anything? I don't know. It's cool hearing odd little stories I've never heard from my mom before. She's more complex than I ever thought.

After coming home with my mama I went out to see a triple feature which was two-thirds crap and one-third chick flick. I, Robot; White Girls; and Little Black Book were the feature presentations. The best movie I saw was a chick flick. I, Robot pissed me off in the same way all movies piss me off that incorrectly portray technological whatnot. Also, Will Smith: "Aw, HELL NAW!!!" White Girls has the stupidest premise I've ever heard of and turned out to be one of the least worthwhile movies I've ever seen. I don't think the Wayanses have done anything good since Don't Be a Menace To Southcentral While Drinking Your Juice In The Hood. Little Black Book was okay. Formulaic in places, but not entirely terrible. It had a nice twist that I nearly didn't see coming, but then did.

Wow, I'm typing with proper capitalization. Maybe I'll do that from now on. Kaptilzation is Kewl, d00dz.