Why must life be so hard?

I have an interview tomorrow. For a job I don't particularly want. Doing things that don't particularly interest me. Nor do they require any of the skills that I actually have. They do however train people. And the drive would be excruciatingly brutal because it's in Tyson's Corner. Which is hell on Earth.

So why am I going? Mostly because I need the practice. I have a feeling that interviewing for this company and interviewing for Hell*Mart are two totally different things and that I'm going to need all the practice I can get.

I don't feel particularly prepared for it either, as I agreed to it..oh, twenty minutes ago.