Oh! and job interview went like this if you were curious

I had to spend twenty minutes yesterday listening to a bunch of sixteen year old talk about their favourite film. That was my interview. Stand up and say my name and what my favourite film was. Once you'd done that you could go. They'll call me if I got the job. Some of these kids were terrified. Then there was the girl who was sixteen and from st brides and omg loved johnny depp because he is so sexi (it was misspelt in my head, you can just hear it) and she was gonna say pirates of the caribbean but she was gonna say blow. Blow is an 18. A sixteen year old deppophile told the manager of the cinema that her favourite film is rated 2 years older than she is. I found this highly amusing. Then there was the 16 year old who favourite film was the lord of the rings trilogy 'but really the two towers cuz it's non stop action'. Also it had (obviously) elijah wood, orlando bloom ummmmmmmm ian mckellan all the legends, you know. I listened as the people behind me wondered if they could say Harry Potter because they knew the books were supposed to be better but she hadn't read them. I had the ending to two films spoiled for me to the extent I had the urge to get up and just list the endings to as many films with twists as I could. Instead I went with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind very aware my title was longer than anyone elses and saying 'it's a Michel Gondry film' means nothing to these people. But whatever at least my English made sense and I didn't act like this was the hardest thing to do ever. It was the most pointless thing I've had to do for something I desperately need that as soon as I left the centre I had a fit of hysterical laughter and then nearly did a very bad thing. Somehow I managed to get on a bus instead.

Shake your head it's empty.

Today I had a job interview and normally I'd be all 'yay interview that's pretty good!' and while there's a pretty high chance I could actually get the job I'm just not excited. Could be that I spent a good 15 mins at least staring at a mug while I waited for the manager to come get me. Man, that mug just wasn't doing much for me at all. Then it turned out it was some sort of pre-interview instead and I was talked at for 10 mins about how shifts work. I don't even think I said more than a dozen words before I was being shown out the door.

So I went to Borders and bought a book. It's funny, I picked up Beowulf but ended up buying a book of Gothic Tales by Elizabeth Gaskell. I've done this before, walk into a bookshop in a daze and come home with something I didn't intend to buy. Luckily this time it was actually a book I did want, just not the one I planned on purchasing unlike last time when I came home with some Chinese taoist book. (Mum had to take that one back I was just too embarrassed). Gothic Tales looks pretty good and hopefully the name won't disappoint.

I did perk up when I passed the fearsome American preahing on a stool round the corner. I only heard snippets of his speech but he had a fair crowd. I was fairly impressed until I heard something about the sin of 'fornication' and the crowd giggle at him. There went his credibility.

In other news, I have man hair today.