fuck this job.com

I had another interview today. The company was near were I'm currently working (suffering) and I was able to schedule the interview during my lunch hour. I thought that was promising. So anyway, I reached the building and proceeded to walk into an empty lobby, with the exception of one table that had a black rotary phone sitting on top of it. hummm.
As I stood there staring at the twilight zone phone, a girl walked down the stairs and came into the lobby and said "May I help you?" I said "I have an interview with Mrs. Miller" she said, "Mrs. Miller? There's no Mrs. Miller here". ookaaay. She walked over to the antique phone and picked it up and said to someone, "Somebody is here, she says she has an interview with Mrs. Miller?? OOOOO, I see. Oh, okay". She hung up the phone and proceeded to tell me "she'll be right down". Then walked outside for a cigarette. I was rather frightened when a few minutes later the elevator doors suddenly opened and out came very slowly a woman of about 100 years old. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little bit but she was old! Like the phone! I went upstairs for the interview and much to my surprise, the second floor was much more up to date with real offices, real phones, real people. Even the very old lady was actually very nice and it wasn't a bad interview. Things were looking up, I thought. She explained the job to me, customer service, taking orders, order entry, the ususal. Sounded much better than the BS I am currently doing. I was getting a little happy until she told me the pay was 8.75 an hour.
Back to the twilight zone. Hey old lady, Eight bucks and chage doesn't cut it in this day and age. Oh, well the interview ended with me politely telling her I was looking for more money than that. She in turn politely pointed me in the direction of the elevator. Down I went into the ancient lobby and out the door.
Another waste of time, and damn, I forgot to ask what that "Mrs. Miller" stuff was all about!