Insensitive bastard? Right here. Check please.
So I'm talking to Corazón about how I hate it when people make blog posts like Jason did, saying: "Oh, I've got something important happening, but I can't tell you what." Forgetting, of course, that she had just done that, twice. Fortunately, she finds this funny since it makes me look like a dope rather than taking it personally, which I didn't mean it that way. Sometimes I wish I could think before I talk, but wouldn't that remove all my charm?
This is one of those posts. I hate myself now, I have to or else I'm a hypocrite.
Anyway, clunk-clunk-clunk-clunk, the rollercoaster ride begins, and it's going up that first hill now. I have sent off a résumé, to somebody I actually know! So I'm really excited about the possibilities! But there's a red light blinking in my head that's labeled "Don't Get Your Hopes Up So Soon, Stupid."
The rollercoaster has its ups and downs, I hear.
(Holy shit, I just used the spellchecker button on the Blogger post screen, and it doesn't have the word BLOG in it!)
6 comments:
Getting jobs is usually the most anti-climactic thing in the world. You go in to basically perform for someone for a solid 20 minutes, and they tell you they'll call you. Then you wait a couple of days in a state of high anxiety. They call, tell you to come into work, and then you suddenly realize you have to go to work.
It's not just that you're let down by the thought, but that you spent all that time hoping for the letdown, and realizing it before it happens...
Hence the rollercoaster analogy. I do dearly love rollercoasters, except when my life is on one.
I'd employ you just to recommend me movies to watch. Not much help, I know...
From what I hear, pregnant women aren't supposed to be on rollercoasters. I guess no one told Herr W.H. that. ;)
Facts do not penetrate the Anti-Reality Bubble.
I never did like rollercoasters. I like'em even less now. :-(
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