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ADHD-C Flag Pixels

- sometimes you try to do things and they just don’t work

- set queue for how many tasks you can plan at once

- forget what’s happening at random times

- aforementioned queue occasionally just deletes itself

- has constant decreasing needs but needs help to keep them up

- just randomly walks around when not given specific directions

- if there are too many things to do at once, gets overwhelmed and does none of them

- often doesn’t follow through on tasks

- leaves shit in random places

- wears the same clothes every day

Okay this might not seem like a huge deal to some people, but a few days ago I got invited to a group interview for a certain non-departmentalised chain grocery store.

I was nervous because this was the first job interview I've ever received. I spent a few hours the night before researching facts about the store's origins and goals, along with some interview questions, answers and tips. I also got some fashion advice from my sister, who helped me pick out a professional-looking outfit out of the avalanche of casual clothes I own.

She also offered to do my hair and makeup. (I'm not super skilled in those departments but I make do :P). Since it was a morning interview and she was still asleep by the time I was getting ready, I let her sleep and went in without makeup, tied my hair in a half-bun and combed down the shorter curls with the help of hair pins and a little hairspray. There wasn't much point in agonising over makeup anyway since masks are still required, and it's not like I'd be regularly applying my own makeup if I got the job.

Anyway, I arrived around the same time as the four other applicants and we were taken to the stock room for a standing group interview/introduction to the job. We were asked to introduce ourselves, and I got the interviewer engaged by mentioning some of the chain's future goals. Some basic questions were asked about what we knew about the store, why we wanted to work there, and were given an overview of what we'd be required to do for the job.

In a surprising turn of events, I talked the most out of the applicants during the interview, and even though I blanked on the question of 'core store values' and was somewhat hesitant and stuttery in my answers, I could tell that my efforts to engage with the interviewer and answering as many questions as I could were scoring me some 'points' in relation to being considered for the job.

I went home feeling good about it. In retrospect, I think the other applicants were all younger than me and may not have been as prepared or confident, and I can sympathise with that. Some of the silences after we were asked questions was very 'high school/freshman university students not wanting to somehow embarrass themselves by speaking up'. Nonetheless, I tried leaving space for others to respond before I did, and even held the door (out of reflex xD) for the others when we were first let into the stock room, so I think that helped with my first impression on the interviewer.

Anyway, that same evening I got a text from the interviewer asking if I would meet with a store manager the very next day! Today!

I'm really proud of getting this far, even for a grocery store job. It's helped prove to me that getting a job isn't too unrealistic of a goal.

So now I've got to race to a clothing store to find another nice button up shirt for today's interview, get home to review/practice my interview questions and responses, and then head over to the interview in the afternoon.

Never, ever, ever in your life should you buy or recieve a blacklight. You will never sleep again, nor will you work, eat, or do anything that doesnt involves blacking out a room and staring at the little stains