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Jan. 20th, 2006 09:51 amInterview: pwned.
Well, it went well, anyway. I hate telling people what they want to hear in order to get them to give me a job, but everyone does it. Interviews are merely the process of selecting who lies the fastest and best.
And besides, what the hell do they want from me? Must be able to sit upright, read directions, and not drool overmuch. Droolers will be considered.
Seriously. I met the person I'd be replacing.
So now I'm camped out at a Starbuck's downtown. While I do not love the Bux, I do love downtown. All downtowns. City Centres. It's not my choice to live in the burbs, believe you me -- they're fine for those that like them, but when I am in a city my heart sings. This is the part I love -- the panhandlers, the businessmen on their cellphones, the storefronts, the giant buildings, the pigeons, the sad little trees stuck in the sidewalk. I love it. I don't know why.
This is where I'm meant to be. And it doesn't have to be a big city -- it could be a small town high street, but it needs to whisper city in a way that manicured lawns and split-level ranches don't. It has to be the nucleus, the place from which all else extends. A place where I can do for myself, completely, from buying bodega groceries to banking in a skyscraper.
I have to get out of Texas, to a place where I can live in the City, or at least only a train ride away.
Well, it went well, anyway. I hate telling people what they want to hear in order to get them to give me a job, but everyone does it. Interviews are merely the process of selecting who lies the fastest and best.
And besides, what the hell do they want from me? Must be able to sit upright, read directions, and not drool overmuch. Droolers will be considered.
Seriously. I met the person I'd be replacing.
So now I'm camped out at a Starbuck's downtown. While I do not love the Bux, I do love downtown. All downtowns. City Centres. It's not my choice to live in the burbs, believe you me -- they're fine for those that like them, but when I am in a city my heart sings. This is the part I love -- the panhandlers, the businessmen on their cellphones, the storefronts, the giant buildings, the pigeons, the sad little trees stuck in the sidewalk. I love it. I don't know why.
This is where I'm meant to be. And it doesn't have to be a big city -- it could be a small town high street, but it needs to whisper city in a way that manicured lawns and split-level ranches don't. It has to be the nucleus, the place from which all else extends. A place where I can do for myself, completely, from buying bodega groceries to banking in a skyscraper.
I have to get out of Texas, to a place where I can live in the City, or at least only a train ride away.