Job interviews suck. First ya gotta do all that dressin’ up and groomin’ yourself so as to not come off as the incompetent slob you are. Then ya have to act like you give two fucks about this random company’s success beyond the point of it benefiting you. And to have the best chance at success you must make it known, no matter what scattershot of talents and experience you hold, that you are the perfect candidate. And maybe, maybe, if the stars align juuuuust right, you’ll be the lucky chosen one. Well, that is unless the owner’s wife’s cousin’s brother is still looking for work. Then you’re screwed.