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So, last week I applied to work at Books-A-Million, for a list of reasons...

1. Most likely work better hours
2. I wouldn't work by myself
3. Better pay
4. I wouldn't be confined to a register for 8 hours straight
5. I'd be around literate people (people who can read)
6. I'd feel like I'd be less likely to be robbed
7. The location would be closer to the place I plan on moving too (when I move out of this craphole apartment
8. employee discounts means I can buy more books
9. I could probably order books for myself as well...
10. Working in a bookstore would make me less of a loser than working in a gas station
11. I wouldn't have to live in fear of selling alcohol or cigarettes to a minor...

So, it comes to my surprise that I get a callback a few days later and asked to be interviewed at one of the stores. So my girlfriend and I drive over and I think it'll be a short interview, I can explain my application further and I could hopefully have a simple associate job where I do whatever they want me to do because I REALLY WANT TO GET OUT OF THE GAS STATION. I meet the Manager who's name I believe is Asheesh (sic?) He was very nice and polite and started discussing the innerworkings of the company. He goes on about stockoptions, and benefits, and training stuff, and just butters me up for how wonderful the company is.

Then he hands me two testbooklets and has me fill them out for the next 90 minutes. While I recieve these and he walks off, I realize he's interviewing me for a MANAGEMENT position. Now my application shows that I was P.R. Director at a college radio station, and that I'm an assisstant manager (in training) currently. I'm so not qualified to manage a place, but I think if he gives me the benefit of the doubt, I can totally learn how to be management and I could be making the sweet money at a legit business. I doubt I'll get hired for that though. If I don't get a call by monday, I'm going to call back and explain how awkward this has been.

Is that crazy or what?

P.S. I have my copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, but since my brother is visiting from out of town, I am not going to start reading until after he leaves Sunday morning. If anyone spoils any bit of that book I will find where you live and skullfuck your brains out... then I'll impregnate your brains and stick them back in your head, and while you grow a fetus in your cranium, I'll skullfuck you again and skullfuck that fetus at the same time. Did I mention that i'll be using your ear as the fuckhole? Don't fuck me motherfuckers!