I have an interview today, and two next tuesday. I'm not nervous, but I despise the questions like 'what do you think you can give to our company?'. Most of the time, I think 'Isn't it obvious?'. But seriosly, I have to make up some nice cliche line like, 'I think I can be a sales representive with a hip and fresh approach, whilst maintaing good customer service and upholding the name and reputation of the company'. For $30 p/h, I don't care what I say. So long as it comes out smooth, without my usual 'uhm, definately, uhm, yeah, uhm uhm'. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there, wiping my hands on my pants, trying to look in control, when really, I look like an ex con, who really needs this job or else he's straight back in the slammer. I know I'm the worst person for any job. I cant stand work, I'm the laziest shit on the earth. And, when it comes to sales, I'm sure I'd come across as though I'm trying to make a pass on the customer, rather than trying to sell a product. The bonus of these jobs are the discounts. Today I'm going for a telecommunications company. So, cheaper phone bills, but the con is, I'm currently with the opposition. Next week it's Christian Dior and Chanel. The discounts, I'm sure I'd appreciate, but it's not like I could buy anything even with a discount. It would be like forfeiting my pay before I even recieved it. b-abe-bra-ham, if you read this, I had the craziest dream about you. You sent me one of your latest mixes, it was slightly house-y, not so much ambient. Anyway, then there was a letter in the cd-case and it was in purple pen. Do you write in purple pen? And it just went on about some crazy crazies, you know, the usual. My cat is crawling all over this computer. He just made some freakish noise. I was a cross between a roar and a fading squeak. More like one of those rubber dolphins you use in the bath 'eeer eeer eeer'. Did you ever watch the movie 'Free Willy'?. So many things wrong with that title.