As much as I'd love a "Kevin Goes to Work" saga (it could be like a dark, surreal version of The Simple Life), I'm actually fine with him being on the dole. Even if he's faking, I feel bad for the poor saps that would end up becoming his co-workers if he was forced to get a job somewhere. This way he can't get anyone fired for a wrong pronoun crime, can't make his female coworkers really uncomfortable, and can't get a payout when he's fired for incompetence and blames it on troonsphobia.
It's Kev.
He's gonna bomb the interview. He isn't even going to have to try. He might even just fail to fucking turn up, and manage to pack
even more failure in than your actually-intentional-bombing.
Some of that's also when you basically just need to be able to truthfully say you interviewed somewhere but you already checked the Glassdoor and realized that the entire place is a lolcow barn, run by Wokeandians, or something else equally unappealing about the workplace. So you can't just
not apply or no-show the interview, but
fuck working there.
BTW, looked up
Torrid, turns out it's a plus size store for death fats wanting to be cute. So at least kev realizes he can't fit into regular people clothes
Torrid's also where you're stuck if, say, you're big-tiddied goth/emo/alt type. (DDs pretty much kick you up two sizes unless you are so desperate for male attention that you're fine with sex pests bothering you & having to fight to keep the girls contained.)
I'm pretty sure
that's more why Kev's there. Kev isn't aware he can't fit into regular people clothes, but just wuvs imagining himself as having tig ol biddies.
Fun fact! My local Torrid tends to have dresses on display on the window that are an
excellent choice for a more slender chick who
wants, for whatever reason, to look like a full-out hamplanet. Maybe she's cosplaying as Amberlyn or something. I am told that this is normal for Torrid, and they allegedly hide in the back the stuff that won't make you look like a deathfat instead of just stuck trying to find a top that
isn't a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. (If you want a good idea who Torrid is aiming for: They're literally where Hot Topic exiles the plus-size stuff.)