The short version: The interview was crap, and I'm not getting that job. I'm surprisingly okay with this.
The longer version: When I say the interview was crap, I don't mean that it went poorly or anything, really...I mean it was a joke. I showed up, and they sat me down in front of a computer to fill out some kind of employment questionnaire. It turns out this thing was like a personality or aptitude test or something. Do I play well with others. Do I like money or free time. Do I work hard. Do I work fast. Do I complain. Stuff like that. It was, I think, 40 questions, multiple choice, and the final one was about math. Yay math. :) Anyway...so I took the test, then I sat around waiting to talk to an actual human. Eventually the human showed up, and she read off a list of additional yes/no questions to determine more practical aspects of suitability. Can I work where people smoke. Can I work on weekends. Like that. I signed a couple forms for background checks and that kind of hoo-hah, and then I was told that I failed the personality test, I won't be hired, and I can't try to re-take the test for six months. Have a nice day.
I blink.
I leave.
( I ponder the implications )