04 August, Wednesday

04 August Wednesday, the job interview is twenty minutes away, and I haven’t gotten dressed yet in the clothes set aside. Those thoughts started on the first day since moving into this apartment, having wild dreams of being naked everywhere. Only a fantasy and not based on the reality of showing up to the job interview naked? My Diary wishes me luck! Goodbye for now.

04 August Wednesday at 5:32 pm, Diary! I got the job! I found myself in Wendy’s, eating dinner and feeling elated. Despite not having a formal education, I got the job! The job was what I was hoping for and what they were willing to pay me. I was ecstatic that I had landed the position. However, what I was about to share was almost too absurd to be believed. On my first day at work, and all the days after that, I would be nude.

Halfway through the interview, it turned out to be another dud interview. The interviewers asked if I had anything to do during the interview, and I made the foolish mistake. I said, “Understand that there is no formal education on my resume, experience working at my parent’s company. I would be willing to work for your company in the nude, the buff as my only formal wear at the company.”