The Slutboxing Begins
So, I had my first interview this morning. More of a vetting, really, to see whether or not I am qualified to even be granted a real interview. Having passed that test, my resume has been forwarded on to the centralized recruiting...machine, let's call it, and some committee will decide whether nor not I continue on in my quest for indentured servitude with this particular firm. I'm trying to not focus on the particularly demoralizing nature of being seen as a less respectable life form because I don't have an MBA (I always thought it worked the other way around, personally), but it's hard.
And then there's the waiting.
Beached on the couch in my office this afternoon, I finished David Sedaris' Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, which was great, no surprise. He has the uncanny ability to make you burst out into hysterical laughter one minute only to notice the twisted knife in your belly the next. I am perpetually amazed, however, at how writers like him are able to ruthlessly forage for material straight out of their personal lives. I'm too paralyzed by the barrage of hate-mail and dead rodents I imagine finding in my mailbox to ever attempt such a thing. I think. I mean, are we talking low or high six-figure advance?
On a totally unrelated note, World Cup is over at last! Now I can resume my regularly scheduled unemployed lifestyle. But did you see Zidane headbutt the Italian off his feet last night? I haven't seen violence like that since I saw a horse get punched off its hooves by a Viking in The Thirteenth Warrior.
And then there's the waiting.
Beached on the couch in my office this afternoon, I finished David Sedaris' Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, which was great, no surprise. He has the uncanny ability to make you burst out into hysterical laughter one minute only to notice the twisted knife in your belly the next. I am perpetually amazed, however, at how writers like him are able to ruthlessly forage for material straight out of their personal lives. I'm too paralyzed by the barrage of hate-mail and dead rodents I imagine finding in my mailbox to ever attempt such a thing. I think. I mean, are we talking low or high six-figure advance?
On a totally unrelated note, World Cup is over at last! Now I can resume my regularly scheduled unemployed lifestyle. But did you see Zidane headbutt the Italian off his feet last night? I haven't seen violence like that since I saw a horse get punched off its hooves by a Viking in The Thirteenth Warrior.
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