Dint get the job

Ok, I have some pretty interesting random things from the last week.  The one I am going to share today, actually happened today.

I had a job interview this morning.  For a job that paid really well.  I could stay where I am living, have all the bills paid off and start paying Mom part of what I owe her….as well as get the electricity turned back on.

The first thing I noticed about the man is he looks like my brother C.  Not just like him, but he could be his younger, darker, not quite as animated (or funny!)and more haired twin.

That was pretty neat.  I was automatically relaxed as C and I can communicate like adults now and even understand each other.  The interview was going pretty well.

The problem came in when he noticed my boobs….about 2 minutes into the interview.  Now, I am NO Pam Anderson or anything, but I am a DD so I do try to hide them.  My shirt was about as low cut as a crew neck t-shirt but he noticed and right then and there, the job was no longer available.  Yup, I dint get a job because of my boobs.  I’ve heard it normally works the other way, but haven’t personally experienced it.  Needless to say, he was so distracted he barely made sense and spent the whole rest of the time trying to get a peek down my top.  Not just merely glancing the girls way, I mean really LOOOOOOOOOOOKING!  I bent down, and not very provocatively (I knew he was looking and made sure my top did not lean out from my body and I kept my back straight), to slip his card under the flap of my bag and you guessed it!  He leaned waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over and had his eyes totally fixed on my breasts.

So, that is my funny for today…tho quite tragic as I do need a job BADLY so I can continue to eat.  Us diabetics need to do that for some reason LOL

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