for master three thousand four
the Walrus had become such a chore
he wanted to do right
make his friends feel alright
but he couldn’t get up off the floor*
*alternate title: a nice job and a family
alternate final line: but the rest of his life came before
Sorry to hear that - you’ll pick yourself up and get something good eventually.
I very nearly didn’t turn up for the interview for the best job I ever had, I was so convinced I wouldn’t get it. I think maybe my apathy was mistaken for relaxed confidence, and I breezed it lol.
Master is already gainfully employed iirc, but was seeking something else/better.
He needs to go in there and look his interviewer in the eye and know he’s the best applicant. Say as much. I’ll be an asset to this organization. Orderly, efficient communication and confidence. If you know your trade, get in there and advertise it and sell yourself. Set yourself apart from the run of the mill grist
It helps to know LA I guess. The funny thing is it’s just a very nondescript intersection of two major streets. Adds to the randomness. I go by there every now and then and have to start singing.
Yeah, all jokes aside this is a fun thing and you should feel 0 pressure. I get how when anxiety mounts everything seems like pressure and feeds the whole thing (“Great, now I have to eat that last slice of delicious cake before it goes stale. It’s always one damn thing after another!”) but it’s worth pointing out. I will fight anybody who actually thinks you should feel bad (but nobody does; we’re all friends here by some definition of the word).