Something is very very wrong in the world.
And yet, I am thankful for what meager droppings are left me from the gluttony of capitalism.
I do not know exactly what this job is, but I find out tomorrow. And if I guess right, it's a good job.
But, even if it's a good job, the chances are not in my favor for being the chosen supplicant...er, applicant.
I have had quite a few other things that could be called interviews, but they don't count as far as I am concerned.
Being "processed" by a mechanized HR doesn't count, nor does "asking to speak to the manager."
Ugh. And yet, yay!
Gonzo Weekly #255-6
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