Job Interview

 On Saturday, I got a call and the ID was "Smoothie King." I picked up and it was a manager wanting to set up an interview. I had forgotten that I had responded to a craigslist post (that's right, I use it for more than just getting responses for desperate creepy creeps) until he asked if I was interested in coming in for an interview. Then I remember making jokes about the name with my uncle. "Wouldn't it be funny if they had a Smoothie Tyrant place?" LAWLZ OMG.
Well, anyway, we set up the interview for Tuesday at one and half in the afternoon. It's now ten and a half in the morning on said Tuesday and I'm getting ready. By "getting ready" I mean that I'm drinking coffee and fucking around online. I really got to hop in the shower. I hate when people say things like, "Watch out, hopping in the shower is dangerous. It might be slippery." It's not funny, it's annoying. It's nearly as bad as saying "the roof" or "the sky" when someone asks you  what's up.
I digress. I'm about to go subject myself to the measurement of some fellow (not the guy who called. An assistant manager) and hope that I fit with whatever they have in mind. I'll be clean shaven with a chipper disposition. I might slip in a leprechaun joke, just to make sure he knows I'm a light-hearted lad and fun to be around. Oh, and a special thanks to Rickie Thornley for his advice.
"Make sure your balls don't stank"