no fat chicks
"...and that's how I fucked up that interview" I finished angrily. "Aaargh! I can't believe I messed that up!"
Peter looked at me a little incredulously. "Why do you care? You didn't even want that job"
"You missed the point - it's the principle of it" I explained. He rolled his eyes. It was one of those here-we-go-again-theres-no-point-talking-to-him gestures that everyone who knows me picks up after awhile.
"Look..it's like a fat chick right? You have absolutely no interest in her, but you'd rather she was attracted to you and you have to blow her off than let her tell you she's not that into you". Peter stared at me.
"You know what I mean right?" I prodded him. "Like, you know, what's wrong with me? What's so bad about me that this fat chick doesn't like? As if she can be choosy, right?"
"You should consider yourself lucky." He told me. "I once interviewed badly at Titan Ford and it turns out it was a good thing. You don't even work on real cars there 'til the second year".
I threw my hands up in the air. "Gah, sometimes there's just no point talking to you".
He was right of course. I didn't care for the job. I was angry at myself. I just cared that I'd done so badly in it - for a job I didn't want. And I also knew I wouldn't be able to let this go until sometime after next week.
Still, it's a well known large corporation and there were a lot of applicants, and yet I was shortlisted. That should be something maybe?
Nope. Still angry at myself. Aargh!
1 Comments:
More fat chicks might be into you if you didn't hold such an obvious bias against them. Also, calling them "fat chicks" to their face might not be such a good idea, and saying to them "Its not like you can be choosy!" is definately not a good idea.
- Brendan
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