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So today I had lunch with my boss's boss, and we discussed BossBoss's impending departure and my prospects for getting his job. I kind of decided, fuck it, this stupid job isn't worth worrying about, and I'm going to go after it because NO JOB can possibly ever be as evil as working in the box office for nine dollars an hour and I did that for TEN MONTHS. Plus it's twice my current salary and that is so many superballs, you guys don't even know.

So Overboss told me to give him my resume and he'd rewrite the job description to fit my qualifications, and then he gave me an impromptu interview which I aced because I am smarter than him, and while that was happening apparently a bridge caught on fire a block away.

My hand to god I am not making this up. I'm trying to find news stories now. Not having any luck yet, but then it only just happened.

We walked out of the restaurant where we were having lunch, turned north towards Wacker, and were immediately confronted with fire engines, huge torrents of water cascading onto the bridge, and the wail of sirens. I'm pretty sure the lift mechanism caught on fire -- it's Wednesday, so the bridges are lifting -- but it's possible it was just a drill.

Either way, though, finishing a job interview with a literal burning bridge, that...has to be a sign of something, right?

OH GOD WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN

I NEED AN OMNISCIENT NARRATOR IN MY OWN DAMN LIFE

Comments

[robling-t.livejournal.com]

I concur with the above commenters -- only you, Sam. :)

(I think, btw, that what was unromantically actually going on RE the bridge is that the gears expand in the heat and they need to be cooled off, IE with firehoses, to get the bridge open sometimes in the summer... or anyway I sort of remember my mom saying something like that, I'll ask her when she gets home...)

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh that makes sense! I didn't see any smoke...