So I go to my job interview on my birthday. At the hospital. The place is extremely white and sterile looking…what else? My interviewer was just so perfect looking. You know, perfect hair that never moves, perfect nails, perfect eye makeup, you know the rest. She started asking me questions about my current job (fair enough). Then she started asking questions about my best and worst personality traits. (Not what I would expect)! Then I had to go into a bad situation and a good situation at my current job and explain how I would handle each situation. Then the killer, why do I want to work here? The other killer, why don’t I want to work THERE anymore? Too mind boggling for my birthday! All the while I kept thinking that she had just graduated from human resources school or something. Hey I just wanted to scoop applesauce onto patient”s plates, not euthanize them. I guess they have to make sure they’re not hiring an axe muderer or something. Oh well. At the end of the interview I thought to myself how much I should appreciate my job THERE.