>check out a local antique store about a month ago >see

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>check out a local antique store about a month ago
>see they're hiring
>fuck that shit, I don't want to work with a bunch of old women, plus fucking being a wagie/etc (whatever rationalization I could come up with at the time)
>yesterday I drive by the same place
>go up to the door
>notice they're still hiring (the sign is still up)
>I go in
>notice a tall (like 5'11" tall") blonde chick in her late 20's/early 30's that's clearly the girl that all the girls made fun off for her glasses and being lanky in middle school (like pic related but natural blonde, big ass glasses, and tall as fuck for a woman/grill) I'm a manlet bt, 5'8"
>panic, hope she's not the employee
>she is
>"what can I do for you?"
>"hey, uh um, are you guys still hiring?"
>she's not really sure, kinda laughs because I don't look like the kind of person that would apply at an antique store
>immediately bends down to look for an application behind the very low counter
>she digs around for a minute
>"sorry, we're out of applications, you can submit a resume if you'd like"
>"yeah uh thank you"
>don't even finish my last syllable before I'm speed walking out the door.
>get in the car
>breath and decides that there's no way I'm going back there
>drive off
>go eat a hamburger and fried pickles
>get home
>post about it last night
>didn't take off
>try again tonight after sleeping for 20 hours.
I can't go back there. If I do and I end up working with her I'll fucking die. I mean it's a decent/easy enough job, just cleaning/organizing/interacting with fourty year old air force vets with their fourty year old filipino wives. Feel fail thread?