Floppy hats in November?

There truly are so many fugging weird people roaming this earth. I went on an "interview" (if you can call it that) today and the woman greeting the 3 of us (??) was middle aged, at best, wearing a knee length denim skirt, white socks, white walking sneakers, a purple, yes purple, tank top and a purple to match floppy bucket hat. I was thinking, what the hell is going on here. Well it is a part time job doing archiving work, snore, but I stuck with it. Then the "interviewer" comes in and I was made aware that we weren't exactly being interviewed but we were attending a training and then would be "certified" by the State to archive government and school documents. Strange. No mention of this was made to me when I was asked to come in. In fact the purple hat woman had made it seem as if this were an interview for real. Odd. Really fucking odd.
Then, the program director (!) sits us down and she's got on an orange sweater, a really bad brassiere which did nothing to help her out at all and super snug black jeans which should have been 2 or even 3 sizes bigger. But lets move on to the really scary part. The 3 of us candidates are on one side of a table and orange shirt is across from me. Purple fishing hat is off somewhere shuffling around. Orange shirt has a gap in her two front teeth about an inch wide but this is bad, her canine tooth had some sort of tooth bubbles on it. I kept trying to figure out what they were but I couldn't really stare since she was about a foot across from me and kept looking at me. What the hell were these growths? I tried googling tooth spurs but nothing came up . It was just the weirdest.
Of course I got the assignment.
That doesn't beat the interview I went on a couple of weeks ago at a hebrew school to run their library. Man calls me and asks me to come in for interview. It's on a sunday, ugh. It's $15/hr. double or even triple ugh BUT it might look ok on a resume if I can amp it up. So I get there on time, no one is there to greet me. Kids are runnning around all over. Finally I find the guy. A super dork who decided midlife to become a librarian, a cataloguer, UGH!!! Get some porn buddy. ANYWAY, he is attempting to chat it up and make it seem like they've got a good thing going on there. All I'm thinking is $15/hr barely covers the gas to drive to this joint. Then, Bitch comes in. I have no idea who she is, she doesn't introduce herself but starts grilling me right off the bat about being a probation officer. Umm Ms. Bitch, I thought I was here for the p/t librarian position. After enduring her nonsense, I ask about the position. She returns the question with a question asking what experience I have with children. Ummm again, Bitch, you are holding my resume, didn't you think of this before dragging me here on a Sunday? Well, Man is trying to help me out emphasizing the library stuff but she keeps shooting me in the leg. I feel like telling her to fuck off and walk out but I keep smiling and trying. Then the coolest middle aged hebrew school principal walks in and introduces herself. We hit it off right away. Bitch excuses herself abruptly and walks out. Oh, before that she mentions to me that "maybe next year after you have some more experience you can recontact us and see if you might work out better at that time." !!!!!!!! Like I would come back here for ANYTHING? Oh wait, you are paying a handsome $15/hr.
I can even recreate the insanity of this interview, oh did i mention that after she basically told me to fuck off, I was there another HOUR???????
I nearly lit up a smoke and blew it in her face right there in the temple library.
Argh!

Finally, I am finishing my internship on Friday, thank gosh! Being in the city so much really improved by public transportation skills and I got to do a lot of groovy stuff after work. I got to hear Gnarls Barkley (free from work and open bar!)

the Red Elvises (and split a shot with the guy on guitar ick)

go to some really rockin bars, eat really good meals, buy really overpriced smokes, meet weird people, run into college friends, get drunk with college friends, get drunk with other people, and for the culmination meet strange foreigners,

get really drunk, go to the empire state bldg and other assorted drinking establishments.
Oh of course the internship was a great learning experience and I met 3 really cool ladies.

I think I need to buy a digi asap, this blog sucks without photos.

JB and KG are on Letterman tonight, gotta jam!