There was some sort of crisis within a company that meant that their staffing agency partner had to cram a bunch of people into working ASAP. The interview was more like it should actually be for a grunt-level warehouse shit-garbage job, just checking so that I'm not completely brain-dead and my contact info. I did get one stupid HR-idiot question "what makes you like warehouse work?" (or something to that effect), I ran through two or three deceptive answers in my head but had no willpower to choose one, so there was a long silence and I told her that it was a difficult question. Who the fuck likes brain-dead manual labor? Bruh moment alert.
Now, apparently I'm either starting early as fuck tomorrow and have to get up in the middle of the night (apparently you can't be even a few seconds late, then they just fire you on the spot, LMAO) or the imbeciles changed their minds and I'm no longer employed. I haven't even signed a contract, yet got some work clothes, so I have no idea what the fuck these stupidorinos are thinking.
So, yeah. Might have a job now, not even sure if it's full or part time or if I'm even employed. Whatever. Pay was pretty alright, tho, but the working conditions were said to be extremely horrible, strict and stressful. Great for someone mentally unstable and without any energy.
I still celebrate it as a success since there is a big possibility that I can now make money. I can save the money to survive for a longer time after my parents die and/or spend the money on trying to make life more enjoyable. That means alcohol, virtual reality, video games, food, getting jacked at the gym and bulking, clothes to match XXL-size after mega-bulking, cool knives, getting a driver's license, getting a license for a firearm and buying guns (for hunting and sport, naturally

), etc, etc.