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"Why the hell not, right?" I asked my boyfriend, laughing my head off while reading through the job description he showed me.
"It's just temporary anyway," he says—and before I even realize what I'm doing, I've already submitted the application. When I went back to double-check it, I realized I'd misread something and accidentally put a female name on the form instead of his. We were mid-laugh about the mistake when my phone started ringing. We were actually in the middle of selling our car—we'd had it for a few years and had ads running all over Craigslist.
"Oh my god, they're calling about the car!" I shouted, shoving the phone at him. I didn't want to deal with a barrage of technical questions—all I knew was that it was black, starts up instantly in the freezing winter, had one previous owner, runs on diesel, and was honestly a great ride that I was bummed to see go. But he just handed it back and said, "Here, you take it." For some reason, I froze, staring at the unknown number like it was an alien transmission. Then, this serious guy's voice comes through asking if I was [Name] and if I could come in for an interview tomorrow. I said yes, he gave me the address, I thanked him, and hung up.
And yep—I actually showed up for an interview at a sex shop.
"It's just temporary anyway," he says—and before I even realize what I'm doing, I've already submitted the application. When I went back to double-check it, I realized I'd misread something and accidentally put a female name on the form instead of his. We were mid-laugh about the mistake when my phone started ringing. We were actually in the middle of selling our car—we'd had it for a few years and had ads running all over Craigslist.
"Oh my god, they're calling about the car!" I shouted, shoving the phone at him. I didn't want to deal with a barrage of technical questions—all I knew was that it was black, starts up instantly in the freezing winter, had one previous owner, runs on diesel, and was honestly a great ride that I was bummed to see go. But he just handed it back and said, "Here, you take it." For some reason, I froze, staring at the unknown number like it was an alien transmission. Then, this serious guy's voice comes through asking if I was [Name] and if I could come in for an interview tomorrow. I said yes, he gave me the address, I thanked him, and hung up.
And yep—I actually showed up for an interview at a sex shop.