Don’t Do Me Like That

 

Today’s picture is of my bathroom wall above the toilet – and a good reminder to wash your hands.

I walked out of a job interview last Friday. I had no intention of wasting anymore of my time after I walked in and found six others filling out applications. I could hear the douche giving interviews through the wall behind me. Apparently, a promotional marketing manager sets up a table at area malls and tries to entice people to sign up for credit cards.

Job titles are out of control. Lunch ladies are now referred to as nutritional advisors. Please.

And I haven’t even mentioned the boom box in the corner blaring hip hop crap. Yeah, that’s real professional. The last song playing when I left went something like ‘I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit. Take ’em off and pull ’em down just a lil bit.’

I wanted to unplug that frickin’ boom box and toss it out the door just a lil bit.

My meds seem to be working.

Gotta go… I have another job interview.

I was talkin’ with a friend of mine. Said a woman done hurt his pride.