How I Roll (Job Interview Edition)

I have a job interview phobia.  I sit there with an eager smile plastered on my face until my cheeks ache.  

It doesn't matter how big of a douche the interviewer is or how quickly I realize I would never, ever, EVER want to work there, that stupid grin stays in place.

HI!

I am always interviewed by an asshole, and at some point, he/she always insults me.  And I just sit there and take it.

Liberal arts degrees are sooo pathetic! I know, right!

Like the woman in charge of X-ray records at the hospital who said, patronizingly, "I don't think you would fit in here with my girls.  I see you more as a receptionist."

If I have to wear one of your scrunchies to fit in, then...yeah.  Point me to reception.

Or the panel interview with old men who pounded me with personal questions like, "Is your husband okay with you working?"

Wha--?  Don't think that's legal...

Once a pervy old man directed all questions to my left boob in his isolated, dingy office.  He never looked at my face and I still kept smiling.

Should I walk out?  WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS?!?

I smile like a loon even when I say something totally stoopidz.  I read somewhere that you should ask questions and seem really interested in the job...but at the end of the interview I couldn't think of anything to ask.  (DATA ENTRY is not that complicated.)  Feeling like I need to ask something, I burted out:

"Can I listen to the radio here? Because at my last job, we weren't allowed, and IT WAS HELL to hear nothing but keyboards clicking.  Er...I mean...not that I'm going to blare the radio or anything!  Hee. Snort.  Bwahahahahahaha!  Wow.  I did not just say that to you."

Annnnd...that's how I landed my current job.