The interview sucked. The moment I walked in, after spending about an hour getting ready and twenty minutes driving up there, I already knew I didn't want to work there. The first time I was in there, the people were friendly and the guy I talked to tried his best to help me out in getting a job. That's what made it seem like a good place to work and promising, none the least. My ass. It sucked. The people had attitudes and weren't doing a damn thing but being lazy and staring at me funny and whispering shit to each other and then laughing. Nuh uh. Fuck that. Then.. The HR leader didn't even know I had a fucking interview with her so she didn't stick around. I had to talk to some big ass, nerdy-lookin', fat, possibly gay, white guy who gave me a fucking attitude when I told him the application said NOTHING about me having to be 18 to work over hardware. I smell BULLSHIT! So, yeah, I did all that just to have him tell me I "wasn't old enough for that department". Oh, but wait, I could be a cashier. Woo-fuckin'-hoo! Let me tell you about it. I'D RATHER STAY ON THE FLOOR IN SOFTLINES AT TARGET, ASSHOLE. Fuck those people. Well, anyway, afterwards Jeff and I met up with Lauren, Alan, and Dallas at Chili's and we all ate and laughed and deep-throated the corn on the cob. It was a lot of fun. We should do that more often. I love you guys. An update on the mean-ass '82 Z sitting in my garage, you ask? Alrighty.. Lauren and Dallas both wrote me $50 dollar checks each and Jeff gave me $50 cash. So I now have $150 bucks to give the guy to start rebuilding my transmission. My dad's dropping it today and taking it up to his shop tomorrow to give to the guy. Once he's done though, I need the rest of the money up front. But by then I'll have it, so. Needless to say, construction is underway and I should have my car back by this weekend, at the most. I am so fucking happy. I am so sick of listening to my parents bitch and complain about me having to use the Suburban. That and I hate driving that big boat anyway. I WANT MY HOTROD BACK! Especially after the car show Jeff and I went to last night.. Woo-wee. Alright. I leave you guys with that.