The asshole looked like he came straight out of an 80’s flick. In fact, the facility looked like it never met the 21st century. He had a beer-pot belly, wearing vintage glasses and greasy bald hair. Initially, he seemed so inconvenienced to have the interview, and couldn’t be bothered to ask any questions about me. YET, he expected me to go out of my way to ask more questions. He had such a crude and nasty attitude; very quick and short with his responses and would interject when I spoke. Yet, he had no problem staring at my tits majority of the time despite me trying my best to seem engaging and interested.
Then, it hit me. It wasn’t fucking worth it. I couldn’t be bothered to keep asking more questions, and decided to bounce.
Interviews are YOUR chances to get the feel of the place and to see if they are a good fit for you; especially for women. This shit ain’t the other way around.
All I can say is: know your worth, people. Fuck ‘em.