Interviews with a robotic mortal.

Today at work is going to blow hard.  I need to do 8 or so interviews today for 3 available positions.  This in itself isn't all bad, it's the adding that with working upstairs in the projection booth that is going to suck the nutters.  I hate the booth, you see.  It is so lonesome and loud.  You could loose your mind up there if it wasn't already mashed to shit from American Idol.  Which, by the way, I absolutely hate that Ryan Seacrest.  Please, Ryan, "out" already!  We have had enough.  And according to my sister he hates himself too.  So why not do everyone a favor, including yourself, and die.  Well, at least get your soul back from the corporate machines...and then die. 

Back to the booth.  It is a place where sacrificial babies would be taken and slaughtered if we still did that sort of thing.  Why have we stopped that, by the way?  I'm all for the weeding out of the socially or mentally inept.  Nothing against stupid people or wallflowers, but if it makes the corn grow faster and thicker and the tides come in at a regular pace why not crucify some mother fuckers!?  I have just the alter to do it on.  The top platter of the projector's system would work just fine.  And best of all, we could totally watch a movie after to take our minds off of the gruesome murder we just committed.  Nothing like How To Trian Your Dragon after pulling some blonde bitch up the stairs by her hair kicking and screaming.  It'll keep us sane.

I really hope one of the other managers does come in and help with the interviews.  I'm supposed to be shadowing an employee upstairs so she doesn't F-bomb something up.  That would be quite impossible if I'm downstairs talking at people trying to "get to know a little something about you" so they may be the correct choice in picking up a popcorn scoop and shoveling in lard for the consumer.  It sounds easy, but I tell you what, people are dumb!  Real dumb.  So I hope she joins me for at least one or two. 

Ok, bye!