So I had another really good interview yesterday. The kind where as you are walking out you are almost anticipating the offer and a handshake. Those days no longer exist. It is quite disconcerting. It's almost like
you lose part of your existence. Like you slightly fade and if they'd only accept you it would then reaffirm your existence and bring you back into view, or focus, or you'd be a complete picture again?
I don't know how to feel. I wish it were simpler. You get in the elevator and off you go into this abyss of
waiting on someone else's judgement. LIke the jury is going to be in deliberation deciding your fate. And you
might not ever find out your fate.
Then again, when you get out of the elevator and step out into the street, you are no less, or no more you.
You remain the same.
It's gotta be easier in the woods...
I love being in the woods. But sometimes, the mosquitoes are so bad, I would jump into an elevator to get away.
ReplyDeleteand jump into a pine tree to get away from annoying coworkers
ReplyDeleteImagine if someone at work thought you were annoying. What would you do then?
ReplyDeletetell them how annoying you are and how lucky they are they don't have to work with you?
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