Insane Irony

Sometimes, there exists an ironic moment so aptly put, that it can excite, scare, and piss you off. That such moment happened yesterday afternoon.

To fully appreciate the irony of this post, it would be rather wise to go back and read this post.

I spent a nice portion of yesterday afternoon walking around the town with Dustin Underwood (who has been named in two or three previous blogs). We kinda just shared a mutual boredom and talked about everything. Music, Life, Social-State, Hitchhiking, etc... well, while we were sitting underneath a tree at the park talking about music, I got a call from my house. I answered it figuring I'd be getting bitched at for something silly, but no. My grandmother told me that McDonalds called and they wanted to schedule an interview with me. I told my grandmother I'd come home and call them, and then I hung up.

What the fuck man. I haven't even put in an application in two or three months up there. Not only am I surprised (and confused) about that, I'm also angry.

I'm angry because I could probably use a job, but I really hate the idea of swallowing the big of a nut and going to work at that fucking place. It's hard to for me to say. I despise the idea of working for a corporation that I so deeply despise... but I guess I can always follow Dustin's advice that he gave me, he said "You can always quit. Just remember that, it's easy to forget that you can quit.", which is true.

So here I sit. I have an interview in an hour at McDonalds. If I don't get this job, I'll be bummed... but I won't be TOO angry. I think the fact that I'm getting a callback has at least rekindled my interest in attempting to get a job.

Well, here I am. I'm back from the interview. It actually went well, I must say. They want me back for a second interview tomorrow evening. They asked me to bring in a copy of my ID and Social Security card. Which is awesome, Because I lost my wallet!

- Josh