a little about my work at the moment and a bit about the future ;))
today interviewed the rector of the university where I studied .. today there was awarding diplomas on the most of faculties,so me was sent to cover this pathos event ... tolerate hate this whole semi-official organ ..you know,like "charter-flower-slapped" ..the full of pathos, hypocritical speeches .. people around you strained smiles.. all around is so false and artificially .. All people around consider themselves such important .. they're like sulky turkeys ... well,what am i talking about? oh,yeah,about interview .. we came into his parlor, which size is like a good conference hall (the complex, probably .. well, you know,what i mean, huh?), with a bulky black leather furniture and with a lots of cabinets with folders .. not with books, namely with the folders and with some strange papers ... the dark green walls with a lot of certificates, diplomas and other papers with stamps,which showing all the importance, relevance and status of the rector..and all this mixed with gray photographs of the town and the university .. well, as expected, over his head there's a portrait of Einstein with his tongue hanging out...coffee or something stronger? (Мaaaan, 20 minutes of a banal questions and me will blow away from here.. something stronger? What are you talking about?) No, thanks.. anyway secretary brings coffee with a strong smell of brandy ..
i'm asking the questions and expecting the answers to them .. but he looks at my red lipstick on my lips and on the neckline of my shirt (maaaan,i'm an interviewer and you're 57..hello!..I want to be a guy in the moments like this..i was looking at him and in my head sounded a line from the song
..........When you look at yourself do you see what I see
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me.............)
he was answering not to my questions,but to those,probably, that someone was asking him in his head.. he was saying all the same pathos speeches that was on the awarding diplomas,was saying how wonderful he is and how much he did for the university,was saying about the financing and was showing some accounting reports .. I was looking at him with vacant look, all the same song was playing in my head, but the other lines
...........Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say
So much crap coming out it must take you all day........
I could make a report about the students,about their projects, about the university theater, about their volunteering and charity events, about their scientific projects and new investigations, about musicians and dancers, who have just recently returned from festivals and battles that took place at all country .. I could make something like the project "university life through the eyes of students," .. an infinite number of variants .. but,no .. I have to sit in this grim room, watching as his secretary walks up and down around him and turns to him in the right perspective ( you know,what i mean, huh?) .. she's three years younger than me and already found a way to settle down in life, using her externality.. I have to listen to all these lies, and self-congratulation, hypocrisy .. and then edit it all and confirm it,adding photos, links and other things .. confirm falsehood by falsehood ... I hate this kind of my job .. I do not want to write about politicians, bureaucrats, big bosses and others ..so much hypocrisy, lies, dithyrambs to the system coming out from their mouths for five minutes their speeches, that I have not heard in my entire life .. I'll write his words, his lies, but people who know how things are really going, will think that this is my words and my vision .. and few people understand that i can't change the words and write what I want, I can not do it for the one simple reason, that in our country there is no journalism and publicism in the sense that it should be .. We have only copywriting and rewriting .. I do not want to write to the order, by the order .. I want to do the reports and write all that interesting to me and what I think might be interesting for others .. but, unfortunately, what I want to write our publishers are not interested .. but I do not want to throw to write .. and I'll look for those,who'll interested in my ideas .. and if i won't find them, I will work to the loss of pulse, but i will create my own publishing house.. or channel ;)) as though pathosly this last words not sounded =D
P.s. my english is sucks,i know,but i need more practice..it's what i am doing here..and soon i'll learn it and will improve it in the country the native speaker..remain to get UK visa..)))
i'm asking the questions and expecting the answers to them .. but he looks at my red lipstick on my lips and on the neckline of my shirt (maaaan,i'm an interviewer and you're 57..hello!..I want to be a guy in the moments like this..i was looking at him and in my head sounded a line from the song
..........When you look at yourself do you see what I see
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me.............)
he was answering not to my questions,but to those,probably, that someone was asking him in his head.. he was saying all the same pathos speeches that was on the awarding diplomas,was saying how wonderful he is and how much he did for the university,was saying about the financing and was showing some accounting reports .. I was looking at him with vacant look, all the same song was playing in my head, but the other lines
...........Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say
So much crap coming out it must take you all day........
I could make a report about the students,about their projects, about the university theater, about their volunteering and charity events, about their scientific projects and new investigations, about musicians and dancers, who have just recently returned from festivals and battles that took place at all country .. I could make something like the project "university life through the eyes of students," .. an infinite number of variants .. but,no .. I have to sit in this grim room, watching as his secretary walks up and down around him and turns to him in the right perspective ( you know,what i mean, huh?) .. she's three years younger than me and already found a way to settle down in life, using her externality.. I have to listen to all these lies, and self-congratulation, hypocrisy .. and then edit it all and confirm it,adding photos, links and other things .. confirm falsehood by falsehood ... I hate this kind of my job .. I do not want to write about politicians, bureaucrats, big bosses and others ..so much hypocrisy, lies, dithyrambs to the system coming out from their mouths for five minutes their speeches, that I have not heard in my entire life .. I'll write his words, his lies, but people who know how things are really going, will think that this is my words and my vision .. and few people understand that i can't change the words and write what I want, I can not do it for the one simple reason, that in our country there is no journalism and publicism in the sense that it should be .. We have only copywriting and rewriting .. I do not want to write to the order, by the order .. I want to do the reports and write all that interesting to me and what I think might be interesting for others .. but, unfortunately, what I want to write our publishers are not interested .. but I do not want to throw to write .. and I'll look for those,who'll interested in my ideas .. and if i won't find them, I will work to the loss of pulse, but i will create my own publishing house.. or channel ;)) as though pathosly this last words not sounded =D
P.s. my english is sucks,i know,but i need more practice..it's what i am doing here..and soon i'll learn it and will improve it in the country the native speaker..remain to get UK visa..)))