waiting to find out if I got the job, a job I have been doing for a year now mind you, is a tedious, painful affair, a lot of, looking at the faces of your co-workers, wondering if they know something you don't. Figuring it is a shu-in... other times feeling the abyss opening in front of you... I can't remember feeling this way before and yet I am certain this is how I have felt every time I have ever applied for a job. it is a little like this:
Homer: Uhh, I’d like to buy this doll.
Shopkeeper: Take this object, but beware it carries a terrible curse!
Homer: Ooh, that's bad.
Shopkeeper: But it comes with a free frogurt!
Homer: That's good.
Shopkeeper: The frogurt is also cursed.
Homer: That's bad.
Shopkeeper: But you get your choice of toppings.
Homer: That's good!
Shopkeeper: The toppings contain potassium benzoate.
[Homer looks puzzled]
Shopkeeper: ...That's bad.
Homer: Can I go now?
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OMG, you made me laugh out loud even though I literally just woke up. I have a lot of catching up to do here! But just wanted to say, fingers crossed—I'm sure it's all a mere formality, though—when does the suspense end?
It just suddenly occurred to me that this is also the story of the taoist farmer. Which is so freeing, because there is no good and there is no bad.
I mean, like, job, no job, whatever man. (and here you have to imagine me using my surfer dude voice.)
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