Sur les Twists
So just when one starts settling into the throbbing mendacity of unemployed life in a warn climate - sleeping in late, going to bed later, long early afternoon walks, reading in a public garden, writing writing writing - life has to go an upset the equilibrium.
So today I got a call for a job interview tomorrow. Then I promptly went into the bathroom and hacked apart my face with a razor. Seriously kids, I've not cut myself shaving in the better part of a decade (even when I was using a straight razor) and now with a safety razor, I look like a bad Nelly impersonator? Sheesh.
Now, instead of convivally going about my day, secure in the knowledge that I can take a vacation on a moment's notice, I need to worry about doing well in an interview. and if I do that, then I need to start working, making plans, and scheduling vacation time... IN ADVANCE.
I tell ya kids, there's always something new.
So today I got a call for a job interview tomorrow. Then I promptly went into the bathroom and hacked apart my face with a razor. Seriously kids, I've not cut myself shaving in the better part of a decade (even when I was using a straight razor) and now with a safety razor, I look like a bad Nelly impersonator? Sheesh.
Now, instead of convivally going about my day, secure in the knowledge that I can take a vacation on a moment's notice, I need to worry about doing well in an interview. and if I do that, then I need to start working, making plans, and scheduling vacation time... IN ADVANCE.
I tell ya kids, there's always something new.