Not clever enough for a witty title right now.

Interviews. I have a love/hate relationship with them at work.
On one hand I get to meet so many interesting people, but on the other hand I'm usually left wondering what the hell is wrong with humanity.
Yesterday I had a girl show up for an interview with green eyeshadow up to her eyebrows, an over-sized Playboy hat, and clothes she probably picked up off of the floor. Whatever happened to impressing your possible future employer?

On a side note it makes me feel old having to complain about someone's appearance. It's not that long ago that I wanted to say "F-You, World!" and shun conformity despite looking like every other teenager out there. Sigh.

The bad outfits are just the first part. The next part are the folks who kindly answer every single question with "I don't know."

Why would you like to work for the company?
I don't know.

Which job in your past was your favourite and why?
I don't know.

Are you stupider than an old sandwich?
I don't know. (the correct answer should be yes)

For every good interview there are about 10 bad ones. Easily.
For some reason the store I am in charge of managing seems to attract some very disturbed individuals, and I don't think I'll ever figure out why.