I'm pretty frustrated, sitting in my car outside the restaurant I just applied to. I applied four days ago, set up an interview one day ago and spent all of that time worrying about whether or not I'd be able to handle working two jobs, how this would affect my life, whether or not I'd have any time to myself, etc. This was the tenth job I'd applied to in a matter of days, so there was a lot weighing in on my mind. After panicking and not being able to nap after my early hours job this morning, I prettied myself up and went out for my interview. Walked in, greeted who I was supposed to greet and sat down to begin. First question they asked me was whether or not I had any prior experience. They had my resume for multiple days which listed every single job I had worked in my life, not one of which was a server job. So I said I had no experience as a server. He laughed at me, and reached out to shake my hand saying thanks for coming in. I was kinda stunned but I put on my best smile and thanked him for the opportunity. I'm so tired. I'm so frustrated that they couldn't put in the bare minimum and just look at my resume while I'm here worrying about selling my fucking time and soul.