Awkward +7

I just left that interview. Boyyyy, I was fresh.

If yeen know, I had an interview at Toys R' Us today at 2:30PM. Pretty lame, but anything is better than this gig at the military base. I get no hours anymore whatsoever, fuck them niggggggerrrrssssssss.

It was a group interview, which was pretty gay. Usually when they take people in groups everyone is hired and it's like yeahhhh whuz goooooddddd!? Not the case here.

Walked in at 2:15PM with this tall stocky dude named Matt. Got to the lil' break area they were conducting the group session and the silence fell across the room. I mean shit, it was competition. Two more people came in before 2:30, but they were both scrubs. Some white kid named Mike. Mike is one of those white kids that acts black. EVERYONE knows what I'm talking about, don't front like you're oblivious. LOL @ baby blue Dickie shorts and a white tee. With some old ass AF1s. I almost cried. Then Ashley stepped in. Mixed girl with a gut the size of Buddha. Holy shit, she needs to hit the gym proper. I would've probably holler'd at her if her body didn't look like the star monster of The Blob.

Anyway, the interview was awkward. We started despite the 5th person showing up. Ehhh, their loss. Niggas made us go out into the store and find a toy, then come back and explain why we picked that toy and try to sell add-ons/accessories.

I picked this Fisher-Price jawn, some pirate ship. I forget what the line is called. ImagiNEXT maybe? Mike picked a Star Wars light saber. -_-
Matt picked a Louisville slugger, and Ashley picked up some toy her SON plays with. (What an unfair advantage that shit was.)

Anyway, after that bullshit, we had to to a mock 'Thank You' speech. i.e. "You just won best supporting actor at the Oscars". Cake really, especially when I was the only one who included my "team" as a thank you. Everyone else thanked God & family. Stupid mediocre in MY opinion.

Then came one-on-one interviews. Come to find out Mrs. Carol is only hiring one person out of us four. GREATTTTTTTTT. 25% chance. So, I don't even find out if I get the job until next week, IF THAT. Blah. Fuck it. At that point I was kind of ticked, and in my anger I left the fucking Pirate Ship in the break room and left the store. But I feel my interview went well. I have two legs up over them niggas. Only fucking problem was Ashley and her extensive knowledge on toddler toys due to the fact she spread her legs and got pregnant like every other bitch in the area.

-twirls finger in the air and rolls eyes

Otherwise, chill-mode today. Get at me B.

EDIT!!!

Mayn, I'mma go up to my ma's office and go cop some Jack -N- The Box.
Who wants some? And as a reminder... SIGN-UP FOR SELECTIVE SERVICE. It's the fucking law. They hold back IRS checks because of it. Military jail seems fun, but I'd rather not be on the inside of their holding cells this time.

My parents have HELL to pay.

FUCK OFF! @ the date of registration. t(-__-;t)

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