Hippies ahoy!

I went for an interview to live in a hippy commune today. The questions went something like this:

Question one: Do you love Tofu?
Question two: Are your shakras aligned?
Question three: If the Earth Goddess walked in would you worship and adore her?

Not really.

One of the odd things about going to an interview to Iive somewhere is the prospect of rejection is somehow far more personal than with a job for instance.

With a job interview if you fail at least they can say you don't have enough experience or the wrong qualifications, with a house interview it far more about whether they like you or not and want to live with you - which makes success or failure about how a cool a person you are.

Well I'm stuffed then.

I've been neurotically obsessing about my upcoming rejection all week and I've found it incredibly difficult to concentrate on doing anything else at all. Thankfully I saw my mate Sara just before, which not only distracted me sufficiently to prevent working myself into a tissy just prior, but also put me into the best of anecdote telling moods.

Which means the humiliation will be even worse, cos at least if I'd been a nervous wreck I could have blamed that for getting turned down!