:: Thursday, April 14, 2005
EVERYTHING IS GOING EXACTLY ACCORDING TO MY PLAN
(insert evil emperor palpatine style cackle here)
yeah.. so I went to the pre "interview".. the screening process.. for that job (see post below) and everything went totally humming - wot with the typing speed tests, the word / excel tests, the jumping thru hoops, hamster wheels, electrified buzzer's connected to beer pints and USA prisoner of war psychological warfare humiliation tests.. they checked me pulse, brainwaves patterns, white cell count, general knowledge of egyptian pharoahs, ability to juggle burning tennis balls.. a serious of inkblot tests all mysteriously shaped like genitalia, dead presidents, or burning embassy and office buildings.. yeah.. I think I did real well..
basically, as long as they reject the other 40 applicants.. I'm an absolute slam dunk for this job.. :)
(weirdly enough, getting THIS far, and them being THIS happy to see me.. makes me hopeful.. either that, or.. this whole thing is merely a cover for a top secret society that deals with aliens and abberant regenerative hippo anatomy..)
but.. wot I found really funny about all this.. is, before I could even step out the door to attend THIS interview.. I got a call from ANOTHER JOB.. wanting me for an interview.. and what made this other job extra creepy.. is they noted what high school I came from.. and said.. "wow, you went THERE huh? me too!".. I should also note at this point.. my periodic big cheese for various freelance contracts I've done over the years.. ALSO came from this school.. (he was the deputy headmaster).. and yes, it is the same freaking highschool that all the supreme court judges and lawyers and doctors all come from.. (yup.. THAT highschool.. dare I say the name.. *cough* ).. shit, if only I remembered the secret handshake, then perhaps THEY wil show me the aliens and the abberant regenerative hippo conspiracies.. yeah.. hippo's.. don't trust 'em.. don't EVER brush their teeth..) peeps from this highschool run this 'ere town.. and I've never been silly enough to exploit such secret society / illuminati contacts before.. but hey.. if it works.. it works..
and yeah, I find this all very funny..
coz for years, I'd be applying for these same such jobs.. for years.. but, since I was wanting to hone my musical wikki wikki.. and I dunno.. space out for a few years and figure out the universe n shit.. I never really pushed it.. did enough to lip service Centrelink.. did enough nutty little contract jobs to get my resume rolling.. but still, gave meself the room to DO my OWN freaking shit.. and live outside the norms.. like some kinda philosophical nutty buddist aesthetic.. or some shit..
but.. now this album I've been working on the last 5 years is reaching fruition.. now that I feel I possess just the kinda ninja musical skills I'd want.. and the artistic expressive insanity.. and the ninja design wacky.. and I'm getting bored of just coasting.. and want some shiny gizmo's to rock this live.. all I need do.. is SNEEZE.. and these wacky job offers come rushing..
yeah.. everything is running exactly as planned..
(now if I can just snag ONE of these.. I'd be sitting happy.. oooohyeah!)
:: Spoz 6:28 PM |