A Pimple, a Sore Arm, and an Interview

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.