Expanded Day T-8 and Partial Day T-7

Yesterday, I was ready. Got the haircut, got the clothes, got the paperwork, got the groove on. I showed up early and checked myself in a bathroom for final-stage action. And all of it got batted out of the sky before the interview. See, I got a bit muddled on the time frame on which infractions are removed from one's Motor Vehicle Record. The job had a 4-point max tolerance, and I had 8. Let us thank the quota-filling hill-camping retard with a badge back in '01 for that.

But hark! Jobmaster David took pity on my stupidity, and so directed me to DIAjobs, the local job dispatch center. They in turn directed me to AirServ, a fine organization that doesn't require bumbling idiots to have appointments. I got in, got asked questions (aie!) and was told to come back Thursday at 8am for a sort of introductory meeting, after which a test would be distributed, and should I ace it, they offer me the job, which would be that of Part-Time Compartment Cleaner. I would organize the magazines, make sure each seat had their "o fuck we're gonna die" instructions, etc. No idea as to the pay or the hours, but I don't care.

I should pack.