The Interview
Today I am the fortunate owner of a daily planner that has the word "Interview @ 2pm with Sandy" scrawled onto the middle of the page with today's date.. Mercifully this is the case since my state of employment here in rural Maine has been less than fortuitous in terms of making the ends meet.
After hanging the phone up with Sandy's assistant and scheduling the interview there is a small moment of victory that washes through. The phone get hung up with confidence and the title "King" is yours for one fempto-second util you realize that you havn't accomplished a thing and that the party is just about to begin. This party isn't some drunken Roman orgy with naked men and women (and little boys from what I've heard) careening their naaked bodies off each other while swilling wine and puking in the vomitorium. This is more of the corporate picnic where you self-limit yourself to one beer so things don't 'get out of hand' as you try and do your first backbend at age 40 and wind up in the potatoe salad.. Or is that German potatoe salad..
This party includes games such as resume preparation on the 'good' paper since the only stuff you have in the quiver under your HP 312C '$60 per cartride which is more than than the printer' printer is the half filled ream that you snuck out of the office. Another fun game is the personal appearance game.. Ohhh Boyyy.. Time to get a shirt without stains that doesn't scallop on the buttons and try and cram 6 months of fitness into four days. To try and see if I can get the last belt hole on the island chain to have to work a bit less in containing the belt pin. It's nice to take off the belt and see a small circle where the pin wnet instead of an elongated oval that is clearly an idicationn that the last helping of Dinty Moore Beef stew was probably a bit on the over-achieving side. And then there is the haircut game. Which is really becoming more of an upper body trim.. This includes receding hairline, ear hair, a shave (which now includes the cheeks), neck hair and that awkward neck craning, touch the back of your head to you shoulder blades maneuver while you gaze into the mirror to see if mother nature has blessed you with a couple long wild-ones in your nose.
Resume-check. Hair-check. Clothing-check. Personal appearance-not too bad.
Okay, we'll see how it goes..
T
After hanging the phone up with Sandy's assistant and scheduling the interview there is a small moment of victory that washes through. The phone get hung up with confidence and the title "King" is yours for one fempto-second util you realize that you havn't accomplished a thing and that the party is just about to begin. This party isn't some drunken Roman orgy with naked men and women (and little boys from what I've heard) careening their naaked bodies off each other while swilling wine and puking in the vomitorium. This is more of the corporate picnic where you self-limit yourself to one beer so things don't 'get out of hand' as you try and do your first backbend at age 40 and wind up in the potatoe salad.. Or is that German potatoe salad..
This party includes games such as resume preparation on the 'good' paper since the only stuff you have in the quiver under your HP 312C '$60 per cartride which is more than than the printer' printer is the half filled ream that you snuck out of the office. Another fun game is the personal appearance game.. Ohhh Boyyy.. Time to get a shirt without stains that doesn't scallop on the buttons and try and cram 6 months of fitness into four days. To try and see if I can get the last belt hole on the island chain to have to work a bit less in containing the belt pin. It's nice to take off the belt and see a small circle where the pin wnet instead of an elongated oval that is clearly an idicationn that the last helping of Dinty Moore Beef stew was probably a bit on the over-achieving side. And then there is the haircut game. Which is really becoming more of an upper body trim.. This includes receding hairline, ear hair, a shave (which now includes the cheeks), neck hair and that awkward neck craning, touch the back of your head to you shoulder blades maneuver while you gaze into the mirror to see if mother nature has blessed you with a couple long wild-ones in your nose.
Resume-check. Hair-check. Clothing-check. Personal appearance-not too bad.
Okay, we'll see how it goes..
T
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