Better the Devil You Know...

Someday, this will all be funny, right?

I got an email from the bank job today. They decided to go with "another candidate." I got this message immediately after kicking off my heels after wasting half the morning at an interview for a job that looked better on paper with a company I have decided to call The Evil Empire (I later did some research and discovered that The Evil Empire is being investigated by the labor board for seriously sketchy/ illegal business practices).  After sitting through the interview (and realizing about fifteen minutes in that this would definitely suck more than the Donut Hole because at least I know the Donut Hole pays me on time) I think the investigation is warranted. 

"We have a zero-tolerance attendance policy. We do not accept doctor's excuses. We do not have medical leave. If you are scheduled, you are expected to be here."

I...don't think you can do that? Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's illegal. How are you still operating?

Whatevs, it was for a (probably) suck-ass customer service phoneline gig. I wasn't terribly thrilled about applying for it to begin with except that I kept thinking, "Sam Wesson's mah homeboy!" 



Hey, baby. Lemme getchoo outta that headset. 

And then I realized that the episode is called "It's a Terrible Life" for a reason.