For the life of me, I still don't see why I didn't get the job. The interviewer asked me if I was a responsible person and I said of course I was. Then I told him that on my last job, it seemed like everything that happened they'd say that I was responsible.
They even accused me of blowing up their factory, even though I was outside sneaking a smoke by the fuel tanks over an hour earlier. When the place blew up, we were in the lunchroom. Next thing you know, we're black-faced and had on very few clothes.
I'll always remember Ethel like that. Running around in her birthday suit, screaming about the Taliban.
But that job. I really needed it. Got several teeth to get replaced.