I think I have a strange addiction to interviews. I love them, because it's like a personal contest of winning the other over with complete bull. I have a steady job, and it pays moderately well ($9.70/hr), but I still apply every once in a while just so that I might land an interview. It's exciting to me, all the moreso when they are enthused about the bull, and then I politely decline the offer of working there.


On impulse? I clean and look through things, whether they be my own or some random stranger's bag. I can't help it, and it causes me to appear especially nosey when I honestly mean no harm in it.

I'm also something of a klepto...