Remind me to read more Gore Vidal.
I had a job interview today. Been talking about it for quite a while here. I’ve mentioned it everywhere but in the running commentary 
One, I got the call seemingly out of the blue, after all the hours in front of this screen sending out resumes into what seemed like a black hole that sucked them in never to be heard from again, getting a call from someone out of the blue just felt good.
Two, It is the first interview I have gone on in months. To get an interview under my belt felt really good. After feeling like I’ve been spinning my wheels for all these months, it was good to feel a bit of road underneath me after all this time.
Three, I really need a job, and this particular interview offered me something that almost none of the others did. A supervisors position. Actually they called it “Facilities Manager” Which had me a hair worried that I was getting in over my head..But I’m getting ahead of myself…
So, before I go to the interview, I have to wait for a plumber to show up and fix my toilet (Crapper crapped out, hence yesterdays toilet themed blog) He says he’ll be in between 11:30 and 12:00. 12:30 shows and he’s still not around. I’m a little antsy at this point, I am only a few hours away from a big interview and I am having to cool my heels waiting for a stranger to turn off my water and make sure I have a place to piss, among other things. I am not angry…more unsettled, a lil nervous. He shows up just before 1:00pm, … and is done by 1:06pm.
SRSLY! It took him 6 minutes to fix my toilet! 6 Minutes!! Go dude!, and other such statements!
After getting the place cleaned up and everything back in the bathroom, I clean me while the wife irons the clothes Burgundy shirt, Beige jacket, dark flowered multi colored thin tie, Black pants, black polished shoes. I put on stink water for the interview (It’s called cologne for the wife, stink water for everyone else) get everything going. It works with the just starting to grow out crew cut and the thin goatee and alleged moustache. I look sharp, don’t walk into me, you’ll cut yourself, and other such statements. I get moving (that being the secret to all life, keeping moving)
I am jittery though, so I look for a way to distract myself. Grab the phone, hit the intarwebs and read the news. Nope, does nothing for me. Read about the Acorn that absolves them of all wrongdoing, and the republicans say it’s just a liberal whitewash. I read about the Fed and Ben bernanke and how he’s gonna keep Fed rates low for a while.
No help at all. I try playing a game on the phone. Nada. I try getting into the Metallica on my headphones. That works for a minute. But only a minute.
Then I remember I have books on me, in the bag i have the resume in. The one I grab is Gore Vidal’s “The Decline And Fall Of The America Empire” which is basically just a series of talks he did at the NPC (National press club) about how destructive 20th American government, particularly defense and the National security state have been to American freedoms. This does the trick, in reverse, rather than calming me and putting me in the right frame of mind, it pushes me in the opposite direction, gets me infuriated about the people who have foisted this upon us.
Jitters give way to anger, which subsides. That creates extra confidence, something I have in abundance in the first place. I walked into that interview feeling like a million bucks. I feel like I aced it. I haven’t, like I said had an interview in a long time, but this felt good. It had a flow to it. Felt conversational in places. I was talking to these men as equals, and they spoke to me like an equal who knew what he was talking about, and with good reason. I do.
Maybe that last bit there is my hope that this work out for me coming to the fore. Maybe I want it so bad that I can taste it. I do, and I can. But fact of the matter is, until I am hired, I am still out of work.
Time to send out a few more resumes. The search isn’t over.
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That’s it for me. Later!
Today’s nuggets, via wikiquote: Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out. Vaclav Havel
As societies grow decadent, the language grows decadent, too. Words are used to disguise, not to illuminate, action: you liberate a city by destroying it. Words are to confuse, so that at election time people will solemnly vote against their own interests. Gore Vidal
I’m glad mushrooms are against the law, because I took them one time, and you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going, “My God! I love everything.” Yeah, now if that isn’t a hazard to our country … how are we gonna keep building nuclear weapons, you know what I mean? What’s gonna happen to the arms industry when we realize that we’re all one?! Bill Hicks
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