interviews come and go. i've become fascinated by the art of the interview. the complex and intricate dance of it all. i think it wouldnt be so bad to just interview a couple of times a week, and count that as a job. creating scores of first impressions, learning the black little secret answer to "what would you consider your biggest weakness?" the pure anticipation as you wait for a response...
but no. it sucks. the anticipation is so often like the first gulf war... all buildup and no release. seriously. the second war may have just been the result of america's collective need to ejaculate. a bad case of blue balls that led the US to rape.
its definitely time to move on. look at this, im even writing about politics. with rhizomatic identities, we really cant characterize any particular condition we find ourselves in as good or evil, but i can clearly say that its time for me to change.
but no. it sucks. the anticipation is so often like the first gulf war... all buildup and no release. seriously. the second war may have just been the result of america's collective need to ejaculate. a bad case of blue balls that led the US to rape.
its definitely time to move on. look at this, im even writing about politics. with rhizomatic identities, we really cant characterize any particular condition we find ourselves in as good or evil, but i can clearly say that its time for me to change.