Before you ask, yes, I need this job too much to be a shitlady publicly no matter how awesome that would be. So I had a job interview earlier today at a large chain grocery store for their new apparel department. The manager who interviewed me was about my height, so 5'3", and at least 350 pounds, but I'd honestly put her at 380(I wish I was exaggerating...). I was told to arrive 10 to 15 minutes before the interview at noon which I did. She asks me to wait for her at the in-store Starbucks, and she would be with me as soon as she could, but it was incredibly busy at the moment. I tell her to take her time, and sit to wait. And wait... and wait some more. Finally, I see her again. It's eight minutes after 1pm. She walks past me... With two large bags of the Mickey D(iabeetus) along with a nice large cup of guhnetiks. Back into her office without even looking over at me. She goes in alone, closes her door, and finally walks back over to me at 1:16. She finished two large bags of  McDerps in eight fricken minutes. At least she apologized for the wait, but god damn, it smelled so gross inside her office. I needed to pass the time during all of this somehow so to entertain myself, I spent my time whale watching and tallying all the people coming through the grocery lines into categories- H(human sized)-17; OW(over weight)- 67; O(obese)- 43; WTFF(What the fuck fat?!)-27 Bonus Catagories- legit users for mobility scooters- 1; Fatty Fuckers on scootypuffs-7; On the plus side, I'm pretty sure I got the job, and I'll probably end up having all kinds of whale tales to share. This place is a goldmine for fat fucks. On the downside, I'm probably going to end up with a manager who can't be bothered to do her job in a timely fashion because she needs to stuff her face even though I respectfully showed up early upon her request.  TL;DR- a hiring manager makes me wait over an hour for an interview so she can run for a ridiculous amount of McDonalds that she scarfs in less than ten minutes. This little shitlady passes time tallying up the different types of fatties. Oh, one last little detail. When she came to collect me from The Beetusbucks that I so patiently waited at for her, before we went back to her office, she bought herself a fat as fuck venti-sized drink with lots of extra whipped cream and caramel drizzle. Guess she needed something to wash all the McDonalds down. Fucking fat people.