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.
Ah, yes, the mutual lie thing. For some thing, the instance of that which annoys me almost the most is the way they put water in bacon, and the way it shrinks immediately to about a quarter of its size on grilling. I know they're presenting a lie (or exageration, or putting the best foot forward, or whatever), and they know I know and, so on. It's all rather depressing. You just wish you could say 'cut the shit'.
It reminds me too of the (probably apochraphal) story of the man who wanted a job in the mail room, and had wanted a job in a mail room since being a kid, and would have been really good sorting mail, but was turned down because of lack of ambition in wanting to work his way out of the mail room.
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It reminds me too of the (probably apochraphal) story of the man who wanted a job in the mail room, and had wanted a job in a mail room since being a kid, and would have been really good sorting mail, but was turned down because of lack of ambition in wanting to work his way out of the mail room.