Water through a rusted pipe

[j4]

I would like to be able to say that from where I sit I can only see a small square of sky, but in fact it is an irregular polygon of sky. It is dissected neatly by window-frames; it is bounded by rooftops and walls.	How will I know when I am happy?	Applying for jobs is a collaborative exercise in self-fictionalisation. However, the multi-layered roleplaying involved in the application process is probably a better test of suitability for working life than any qualifications. I am acting the part of a person who is doing my job.
This is the throwaway line on which everybody will focus their answer.	I am constantly frustrated by myth; I long to be granted a role in the stories I know, so that I can use my knowledge to take the correct path. This desire is misguided: we are writing the stories we will come to know, walking backwards along the correct path.	I never believe what I write.

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[hoiho.livejournal.com]

How will I know when I am happy?

A distant, long forgotten acquaintance will meet you, and observe how happy you seem to be nowadays.

I am acting the part of a person who is doing my job

"We pretend to work, and they pretend to pay us"

[beingjdc.livejournal.com]

This is the throwaway line on which everybody will focus their answer.

I wonder what she means by that?

[kaet.livejournal.com]

Water through a rusted pipe

That's how they make Irn Bru, :).

Applying for jobs is a collaborative exercise in self-fictionalisation.

Writing a CV must bring to mind the psychoanalytic, Becketian, pomo overidentity, I am a text, doo-dah that seems to wrorry you often?

[sparrowsion]

Ah, that makes slightly more sense (of a kind) in a browser which can do the layout....