When I was 16 I got a job application and a box of cake mix.
When I was 17 I had a job interview at BestBuy.
I didn't have a car, and the store was like 3 miles away with no public transportation, so I walked there in a shitty cheap ass suit I got from GoodWill
When I got there the BestBuy person told me that I looked like shit. Which, in this particular instance, he was correct. I did indeed look like shit. I just walked three miles in a suit in the middle of July.
He then told me he wasn't going to interview someone who didn't take interviews seriously and told me to leave.
I told him I just walked three miles, had no transportation, and if he gave me some time to freshen up in the restroom I would appreciate the opportunity to interview.
He didn't acknowledge my request and asked politely that I leave. So, I left. I walked three miles back home.
I was in need of some money, I was absolutely devastated. I felt like such a fuck up and a loser.
In retrospect, fuck that guy. I was just a kid man. God damn, at least give a muthafucker a chance to shoot their shot.