I started off the day by pulling on a nice purple shirt and my black pants. However, my mom convinced me to change my pants to...khakis (through some loud disagreements). Then I went off to class (and note class is very dull) in that attire.
During the usual one-hour break, I caught up with Dan and told him about the job.

Hours later, I was standing in the office building pacing back and forth. I had arrived very early again. My list of references was soaked by the rain. My stomach growled and I could feel its acidity eating away at me. The ICAN team. Finally, other applicants for the job arrived. I asked one girl about the job. She said that we train people in their homes on how to use the Internet. It seemed like a nice, cozy job. "Internet Trainers $20 No experience necessary," the job ad said. I leaned against the stairs and bonked one with my hand. The satisfying echo soothed me. At 6:25, five minutes before the interviews started, I watched as a familiar figure showed up.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNCH!" the character cried as she lunged at me. "Save yourself!!! They only want to murder you!!"
And the people standing there gasped as they saw the evidence on the character's face.

Okay, so it didn't happen that way.

"Ranch! Don't do it! It's like Vector! A hoax!"
Then we walked outside as not to disturb the people who were falling for the hoax.
"It's a marketing scheme," my sis explained. "You have to deposit $400 and sell WebTVs."

And with that, I raced out of the parking lot to return to my safe, humble abode.