THE worst day of my life

no really...it WAS the worst day of my life.

Let me tell you about it.

I dressed up GREAT for my observing interview.

-white button down shirt

-black pin-striped pants

-black nine west pumps (heels, for you guys)

I felt smokin'. And confident enough to win over any crowd.

I got to the interview 30 minutes early. I was among 5 people waiting. At one point, one of the other girls looked at my heels and said:

girl: "ooh. good luck with those shoes".

me: "uh.. what do you mean?"

girl: "didn't anyone tell you to wear comfortable shoes?"

me: "I do NOT recall anyone mentioning that."

girl: "...."

me: "WHY would we need comfortable shoes!?"

I waited, nervously, about an hour before someone came to get me. I was walked into E's room and was introduced to MD, my interviewer for the day. He was tall, charming, and ready to wisk me out of the room.

S (another interviewee) and I follow MD down the stairs - the entire time I am wondering where the HELL we were going..

MD: "it's going to be a tight fit with five of us!"

WHAT?! - I immediately thought. We're leaving? Where are we going? I finally get to ask my questions while in the piece of shit car and MD politely states we're "going into the field".

Basically? We're door to door salespeople. We were driving to Pewaukee to walk around all day. ALL day. I immediately think - IN PUMPS?! - and lose my mind.

I think I made it about 25 minutes before I wanted to kill myself. Thankfully we walked past a salon that was selling flip flops. Cool guy MD offers to buy me a $5 pair of sandals for foot relief.

THESE sandals.

Aren't these the most

ridiculous

hideous

inSANE

sandals you've ever seen??

THESE are what I walked around in

all day.

Tell me about ridiculous...

So we walk around long enough that I remember why I hate thong sandals. THEY give me blisters, too. We decide to go to lunch and happily agree on Cousins subs. During lunch MD gave me a rundown on the potential to grow in the company. Not gonna lie, thats where I found motivation to go on -- to know that I could move up quickly. So we end lunch and immediately after .....it starts pouring. I imagine we 'd call it a day or some sort of plan B.

Nooooot at all.

It poured. We continued to walk. And walk.
I was dripping - literally - from head to toe. I was soaked to my underwear. We walked around for about five more hours. FIVE, people. We walked through grass, gravel, mud, and EVEN POISEN IVY. At one point I started to get numb and MD thoughtfully offered me a sweatshirt.

So by this point, I was wearing...

- wild,crazy, and frizzy hair

- a bright red oversized champion sweatshirt

- black pinstriped pants that were entirely wrinkled

- and neon green sandals that started to turn funky

Nevermind that I was shivering. Nevermind that I was turning purple. Nevermind that I was walking ON my BRAND NEW EXPENSIVE PANTS THAT WERE TOO LONG FOR SANDALS. yeah, I eventually ruined the bottom of them. Ruined. I walked a hole right through them.

At this point I was debating if I should just call someone to rescue me. But at about 5:30, we decided just to go back to the office.

I waited another 45 minutes before getting into my final interview. I nailed it. Funny, because I had no desire to get the job -- and I got it. After a fucking miserable rotten day I said yes?!?! So my new leader MD tells me to come out later for a beer and I make a mad dash for my car.

I think I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. I cried the entire way home. Not only because I was so fucking miserable.. .but because I can't understand why I a)stayed the entire time and b) accepted the position.

I'm calling tomorrow morning to tell them to fuck off. And then asking for their corporate number so I can call and complain. I've NEVER felt like such a piece....never.

I look back and laugh... but honestly? WHAT THE FUCK.

some more pictures for your humor...