Right, well, it’s a New Year and all that jazz, so someone must be hiring, right?
And, guess what, they are!
I have a third interview coming up, a first interview next week and a current project I’m working on. It seems like the party may come to a close. Everyday will not be a surprise. Everyday will not be spent in my pajamas eating Pop Tarts for lunch. Everyday will not be spent writing. Everyday will not be spent with my dog. Everyday will not be spent keeping tabs on the neighbors.
Hold on. I’m trying to remember.
Ah, yes, because working is good for the soul.
No, that doesn’t sound right.
Working is a good way to socialize?
No, I can Facebook right from here.
There must be some use for it. I must search the meaning of work. At least before I accept an offer. Why do I need to work?
Is it because without it my life will eventually become solitary, poor, nasty and brutish? Like an old, lonely maid with chin hairs and bushy eyebrows?
I have to find a job so I can be forced to submit myself to facial waxing.