I fucking HATE you guys at FPH... ...because I had a job interview today.  While the first part of the interview went swimmingly and I felt like I did all the necessary steps to make a good impression, I was barely able to keep a poker face for the second part.  I was taken to the office where I would meet (if I were to be hired) my manager's manager.  To my horror, barely wedged between the desk and the wall was 3 chins, clown make-up'd, walking avatar of a Tumblrina complete with the glasses.  I think I expertly fumbled my way through it's questions and answers but I can't be sure due to the shell shocked nature of events.  All I could actively think was "don't mention food, working out, triggered, cis-gendered, or how you wouldn't be able to respect them if you were hired". You glorious shitlords are always on my mind whether I like it or not....