No Dice

Alas, I didn't get the job. At least I prematurely told my mom and my girlfriend that I had a job before proceeding not to get one. That's a nice bonus for me. I may be trying to rationalize things after the fact, but believe me when I say that it's for the best that I didn't get this gig. When I really break it down I realize that it was probably a horrible position for me. In fact, I'm certain I would have been miserable there. Had I been offered the job and been foolish enough to accept it, there is little doubt in my mind that within weeks my will to live would have been almost entirely sapped by such a dreadful occupation. Either that or I would've been well on my way to prison. That being said, I suppose this is means for celebration. At least I have Washington's birthday to look forward to on Tuesday. Nobody can take that away from me.

GI Joe always said that knowing is half the battle and now I know that I still need a job. Thus, according to GI Joe logic, I'm already 50 percent of the way employed. I suppose that's encouraging.

I hope this post isn't too much of a downer. It's just that it's windy and my eyes are watering. That's all. I swear, I'm only crying on my insides.

Maybe now would be a good time to cash in on that iPod present I have coming my way.

A couple of days ago I wrote about how cool I think binoculars are. Today I saw a pair used in a way that I can only imagine would make their inventor throw a fit in his grave. (As a brief aside, I don't buy the fact that once you're dead the only way you can act out your anger/dismay/disgust etc. is to "roll over." C'mon, that's what people do to get more comfortable in bed. Shouldn't the deceased be capable of a more demonstrative display given that we're already granting their ability to move?) Anyhow, this MTA attendant in his booth at the subway station was using binoculars to look at the screen of the Metrocard vending machine with which a customer was having some trouble. The MTA guy either didn't want to or couldn't leave his post and so he spoke to the befuddled customer via intercom through the bullet-proof plexiglass and guided her through the process of purchasing a $10.00 fare card (plus $2.00 bonus!) using his binoculars to see the screen display that was probably less than ten feet away from him. Way to tarnish a beautiful instrument MTA attendant. I bet you'd use a pacemaker as a metronome too...if you had a spare one around the house and played the piano.

If you read what I posted earlier today and couple that with this post you may come to the conclusion that I'm taking some job-situation related frustration out on the MTA, but I think the two are unrelated. It just so happens that twice in the last 24 hours I've witnessed preposterous MTA acts and that happened to coincide with my mounting impatience and eventual discovery of not getting a job. That's all.

I hope you all get the most out of your Presidents' Day Weekend, and I mean that strictly in a discount-carpet purchasing sense.