Summer Job Interviews

Another week, another round of interviews. Another day of sitting in a lobby, and of filling out forms. Another time to wonder why anyone thinks striped sweater + teensy shrunken blazer meant for a twelve year old boy at a redneck wedding + cargo pants = acceptable work attire. And I'm talking about the girls. snarkitysnarksnark.

Anyway, I arrived at the office and was handed the requisite info form to fill out.

It asked for an emergency contact. For an interview. Oh snap. What were they possibly going to do to me? Does being an Office Assistant really require athletic prowess? Did they read my thoughts about the cargo pants?

Lo and behold, it was the wrong form. Crisis averted! Peace :)