AWKWARD ZOMBIE

People told me I needed to dress "proper" for my interview. I hadn't thought about it at all until now. Now I feel bad because
- I'm reminded that people will always totally judge me by my appearance and disregard everything else
- I'm now even more self-conscious about the way I dress and look
- I'm apparently an inadequate person for not giving in to stupid and pointless outdated dress codes in favor of actual things like practicality and comfort
- I may just have to dress up forever to keep jobs while being impaired by 7 layers of unnecessary social constructs that make me slowly die of overheating and shame and render me unable to move my arms properly
- I look terrible in "proper" clothes
- Why and how would I ever wear overpriced hideous pain-inducing shoes to impress absolutely no one when the weather is crappy and there's a foot of snow and salt and calcium and dirt and shit everywhere outside six months a year
- Do people seriously expect me to tuck my shirt in my pants what is this the 40s

What sort of job is the interview for?

I'll tell ya, unless it's a particularly formal an extremely business-oriented field, you probably don't need to over do it with the clothes. A good looking sweater with a t-shirt underneath, and some slacks should be just fine. Winter boots would also probably be perfectly appropriate considering the weather we've been having.

It's an internship as a junior programmer in one of the biggest IT companies in Canada. I was planning on wearing my nicest normal clothes and my only pair of shoes. My sister is trying to help me get ready for the interview so she asked if I had formal pants (nice fake jeans apparently don't cut it). I asked a professor today and he said I should absolutely get fancy new shoes and a belt and an undershirt + fancy businessman shirt / cardigan / sweater / other things I don't even know the names of. Other students said not to sweat it. The Human Resources lady I was in contact with to get the interview was informal (she used smileys with noses in her emails) and that helped me not to freak out, but the professor said the company does care a lot about how people dress. I don't know what to think.

I've only ever worn plain black/grey/white t-shirts and jeans with no belt up until November when I decided to grow up a little and got some nicer long-sleeved shirts that I love now. I have no idea how more formal clothes are supposed to be made tolerable and I don't even know the names for most things. I dug out my only two formal shirts tonight to see the scale of the catastrophe. One if them I only wore once like five years ago at a cousin's wedding and it theoretically fits but it makes me feel awful, and the other one which I bought in December just in case and which was still in its bag with the price tag and everything but is actually okay. I'll wear that one tomorrow to see what others think.

Thanks again for taking the time to respond to my self-inflicted bout of insecurity.

Haha that's no problem, man. I know it can be painstaking to figure out juuuuuuust how formal you're supposed to dress for any given situation. I generally feel comfortable in formal clothes so I count myself lucky, but I know a ton of people who just feel awful wearing tucked in dress shirts and belts and tight shoes and the like. Looking "professional" is one thing, but I think it's better to look fresh and comfortable in some decent clothes, then to look stiff and uncomfortable like you wanna climb out of your own starched skin to escape the iron maiden of a shirt you forced yourself to wear.

I'm close to just selling all my shit so I can afford to get an apartment in the city so that I can get a job that's within walking distance. It's seriously pissing me off that I need a car to get a job but I need a job to get a car. Small towns suck.

Little things making me truly hate myself. My procrastination is finally causing a real problem for me. If I had gotten off my booty and cleaned out my old truck back when I stopped using it back in what, September, I'd have sold it off in a heartbeat and everything would have been fine. Instead I let it sit there in the fucking driveway and just fester.

Checked it a few weeks ago to finally find the part I needed to replace in order for the buyer to want the daisies thing and found the interior is absolutely fucking covered in mold. Everything, floor, seats, dashboard, console, steering wheel, goddamn EVERYTHING. I was so rustled at myself I was gonna junk the daisies thing, but that would have cost me cheddar and I don't know I guess I calmed down enough to realize how dumb that would be.

Anyway, I got some borax and I'm gonna scrub it down tomorrow but here's the thing that's pissing me off right now. I got home from work today, and in just two hours, TWO FUCKING HOURS, I had everything of value (or not) pulled from that truck. Two goddamn hours and it would have been ready to go months ago. Now I've got to blow however many hours it's gonna take me tomorrow to scrub and vacuum every square inch of the interior until it's suitable for use, and I'm sure as shit not getting the same price I might have gotten five months ago.

The worst part is I'm gonna forget this all in a few days and I'm not gonna change a goddamn thing. It's a little fucking thing but WHY is it pissing me off so much.

My shithead alcoholic roommate woke me up this morning at 5 AM banging around in the kitchen making fuck if I know what. Now I'm still awake making sure whatever he has on the stove doesn't burn since he isn't going to watch it. And I wouldn't be surprised if he comes out randomly and gets mad for touching his fucking food.

I seriously haven't met a person I've detested more than him in my entire life.

Let it burn, then. His loss.

That's all well and good, but the last time this happened, he smoked out the apartment.

Re: proper clothes for work
I ended up going to the interview wearing my nicest shirt and fake jeans. The boss didn't seem to mind. At the end of the interview when it was clear she was going to hire me I asked her if they had a dress code. She said no except jeans are not allowed (unless they're black). The shirt I was wearing (a light hoodie thing, I don't know if there's a word for it) is alright. Now I only need to get new pants, which is not much of a problem. I still don't get the stigma against jeans.

Back to whining:
I received a message about the background checks I need to pass to get hired there this afternoon and it says I need to complete it (there's a PDF I just need to fill in, print, sign and scan and a scary website where I need to provide every piece of personal information (there's even a field for my social security number, but fortunately it's not required, still wtf) and scans of two pieces of ID and a witness and the full informations to contact two past employers and possibly a semen sample autographed by the Queen while they're at it, but I only have 24 hours upon receiving the message to do so. I still have classes all day and of course the fucking printer randomly refuses to work tonight.

I wear solid black denim-totally-not-jeans to work, I don't think anyone minds and they're just as comfortable as jeans. They make denim khaki pants too, same deal. ...In fact I should honestly go buy some more just so my current ones don't get worn out.

This probably should go in the game thread over yonder but it's more of a rant about how fucking annoying SEGA's idea of area balance can be. I just...really need to try and get this out of my system.

tl;dr this game really pisses me off sometimes with the in-mission event stacking.

I was running the new Limited Quest which, as you might guess, is here for a limited time only. LQs are notable for combining enemy types from various areas in to one place and frequent boss combos. You get neato badges which can be traded in for neato things for winning, but the things I want cost 350 badges and I currently have like 60 - I've got until March 9th to trade in, I think, unless they move the shop after Xie goes poof.

I'm doing fine, for the most part, despite playing Squishy Magic Class. I'm decently specced to just two-shot anything in my path, excepting bosses, but that all comes down to patternwork.

Then the lights go out, and I'm stuck dealing with an enemy I can't lock-on target until I turn them back on. Turning the lights back on involves discerning which floating rune circle ISN'T a trap and destroying it while being shot at by a centaur wielding a shotgun-rifle hybrid. A gun which inflicts Daze and stops you moving if you get hit so it can set you up for a bigger hit.

Then I hear EMERGENCY: CODE: DESTRUCTION.

"Destroy or evade the Gel Wulffs until time runs out!"

Gel Wulffs are invincible floating pulsing bat-sack things. They're annoying as all hell and deal a ton of damage if you're hit. I'm supposed to destroy them with Photon Cannon emplacements - except one problem, there's an armored shotgun centaur targeting me right now backed up by some 40 mooks. I don't have time to slowly charge a gun emplacement for a killshot, so I have to dodge almost constantly for the next 90 seconds instead.

EMERGENCY: CODE: DUEL.
"SUITTA KORA NE NYAU"
It's fuckin' Nyau.

Nyau is this immortal cat thing with a sword. You can't kill it, it can't hit you for shit if you just move back and forth. You make it run off by breaking its sword, except doing so causes it to spawn other bosses.

CHANGE OVER: CODE: DUEL.
IT'S DIO HUNAR AND GALE GRYPHON.
LITERAL GODMODE AND THOR: BEAST EDITION.
AT ONCE.
IN THE DARKNESS.

I fucked off, hard, and used manually-aimed long range stuff to take out the enemy causing the darkness before closing back in and trying to deal with the Dio/Gale combo.

EMERENGY: CODE: DESTRUCTION.
It's another Gel Wulff, here to make my life complicated.

Spend the next 5 seconds attempting to dodge Dio Hunar's gravity wells and autotargeting energy spears, Gale Gryphon's lightning and tornados, and the Gel Wulffs linear darting attack.

Get pinned by Hunar's spears, shocked by Gale as I'm healing, and finished by the Gel Wulff dealing 200 more damage than I have in HP with one hit.

Death #1.

Go back in, deal with the fresh mooks that spawn along the way...

EMERGENCY: CODE: AVOID.
No photon cannons to even try to use this time - just another Gel Wulff to run away from. Get oneshot by it trying to dodge Gale Gryphon again.

Death #2.

This continues on and on, more Code: Destruction and Code: Avoid, until Death #4. I died in the same way for both deaths, but did survive an additional four Codes as I ran around the map, backpedaling, dodging, and generally staying the fuck out of the way of attacks as best I could.

The actual fight to take down the boss combo occurred near the warp-in location.

I died an additional three times taking them down.

And just as Gale Gryphon bites the dust, what do I hear?

EMERGENCY: CODE: AVOID.

http://imgur.com/gallery/85VgyMP

I am fucking furious about this entire post and the comments.

I completely fucking despise Imgur's entire community of assclowns.

I see plenty of comments disagreeing with the post.

Diary entry, 25 Feb. 2016: I am despised.