Today I have a pimple, a sore arm, and my final interview with Realty USA.
Of course, today, a pimple the size of a penny would decide to show up on my chin. Are you kidding me? I feel like I'm in Middle School again.
After seeing the pink crater on my face I immediately Googled, "How to get rid of a zit fast." It seriously amazes me the stuff that comes up when I Google something weird. The amount of pictures and articles is ridiculous. Then, there are the YouTube videos. You couldn't pay me to watch a YouTube video of someone showing me how to "get rid of a zit fast." That's just plain nasty. I may or may not try one of the suggested ideas. My fear is making the thing worse and looking like a complete idiot.
With my enormous pimple I also have a sore arm. It's actually almost a useless arm. As I sit here, I can barely type or lift my coffee cup to my lips. Wait until you hear why my arm is sore. Wait for it.
I knocked Joe out a couple of times boxing via the XBox Kinnect. Really, no joke. While at my mom's we decided to play a friendly game of boxing. The problem is, I don't do friendly. I threw some major jabs. I put all my weight behind every punch. By the end of three games I was hyperventilating and my arm felt like jello. I am not exaggerating. My lack of exercise the past 6 months was evident. Joe said I only won because I crowded his area. He's a sore loser.
I could barely sleep last night because my arm was so sore. When I went to the bathroom this morning I had to use my left hand to get the toilet paper off the roll. I guess it's time to hit the gym again.
My final interview is this afternoon. I'm going in with a monster pimple and a gimp arm. Hopefully, he will not look at my face and not want to shake my hand. Otherwise, he'll see the zit and wonder why I can't lift my arm. Here's hoping he finds zits attractive and thinks I suffer from a weird arm disease and feels compassion.