Sweet, Ticketmaster emailed me saying I have access to presale tickets for the WWE supershow tomorrow instead of having to wait til Saturday. Hoping I can score 4 front row seats.
had my ballin' ass suit on, ready to take on the world of interviews, stall to a stop in a manual car which are ing impossible to drive (after stalling at every stop sign and traffic light of course), wave to a dude nearby as i step out. i head inside and he follows me, turns out he's the dude interviewing. makes a smart ass comment about the "have reliable transportation" part of the job requirement. interview over, feel it went pretty good, he shakes my hand and see me out the door. i get in the car and wait a bit to see if he's gonna go back in, but no, he's just standing outside watching. put the car in reverse, rev the engine to at least 210 decibels and slowly jerk out of the parking lot.