Pessimism, PSP, and Baseball..
Those of you who read Lisa's blog know I was presented with a golden opportunity doing less than I do at my current job for almost 3 times the pay. Needless to say, I was excited. But I didn't post about it here because I'm also a superstitious fuck, and I could think of no better way to jinx the opportunity of a lifetime by screaming it from the mountaintops of blogdom as if it were my barbaric yawp.
If you don't get that reference, you need to read more Whitman.
One of the side effect of being a superstitious fuck, is that I'm also a pessimist. I think it's a condition borne of my proclivity to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, so I never assume victory at any point in any process until the papers are signed, the check is in the bank, or the fat lady starts singing.
So I did something that defies all pessimist logic. I spent money on a PSP, feeling pretty good about being in the running for such a position. I bought MVP baseball for it and have done fairly well with it, but the day I figure out how to steal bases I will rule the faux baseball universe.
Any superstitious fuck will tell you, don't fuck with a streak. I had the streak going, I had gotten the email, I had spoken to the recruiter, it was down to the waiting.
Well the fat lady sang the other day, and the song she sang was hit the road Jack. Apparently the client chose another contracting company, so I didn't get the job. I think the bullet in the head to the karmic balance of the entire thing was when I sat in the 2005 Pontiac GTO, that had to be the clincher. Somewhere, far in the heavens, the clerk in charge of Hope was laughin' his ass off at the glimmer of optimism that crept it's way into my being.
A true pessimist like myself simply shrugs his shoulders and moves on. Getting the email expressing interest is more than the true pessimist expects, anything better than that is essentially gravy. I had an interview scheduled for yesterday, but the guy rescheduled.
I'm supposed to see him Monday.
So if you see me wandering around any car dealerships, do me a favor and hit me with a brick.
In the head. Maybe the resulting pain and discomfort will shift the balance back in my favor a bit.
If you don't get that reference, you need to read more Whitman.
One of the side effect of being a superstitious fuck, is that I'm also a pessimist. I think it's a condition borne of my proclivity to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, so I never assume victory at any point in any process until the papers are signed, the check is in the bank, or the fat lady starts singing.
So I did something that defies all pessimist logic. I spent money on a PSP, feeling pretty good about being in the running for such a position. I bought MVP baseball for it and have done fairly well with it, but the day I figure out how to steal bases I will rule the faux baseball universe.
Any superstitious fuck will tell you, don't fuck with a streak. I had the streak going, I had gotten the email, I had spoken to the recruiter, it was down to the waiting.
Well the fat lady sang the other day, and the song she sang was hit the road Jack. Apparently the client chose another contracting company, so I didn't get the job. I think the bullet in the head to the karmic balance of the entire thing was when I sat in the 2005 Pontiac GTO, that had to be the clincher. Somewhere, far in the heavens, the clerk in charge of Hope was laughin' his ass off at the glimmer of optimism that crept it's way into my being.
A true pessimist like myself simply shrugs his shoulders and moves on. Getting the email expressing interest is more than the true pessimist expects, anything better than that is essentially gravy. I had an interview scheduled for yesterday, but the guy rescheduled.
I'm supposed to see him Monday.
So if you see me wandering around any car dealerships, do me a favor and hit me with a brick.
In the head. Maybe the resulting pain and discomfort will shift the balance back in my favor a bit.
posted earlier by DM, the resident idiot
6 Comments:
by screaming it from the mountaintops of blogdom as if it were my barbaric yawp
Makes me want to watch Dead Poet's Society.
And don't worry, you'll find something better. I have mega-faith in you.
i will just steal your PSP and then the cosmic karmic balance (CKB for future reference since that was TOO long to type out as was this) will be restored.
HAHA
Yes that would do it. This little thing f'in ROCKS! Hi-def screen, great graphics, and the battery that comes with it...I repeat, comes with it..has great endurance.
For my purposes anyway.
Well that fucking suck's donkey ball's.Oh well onto the next huh!
I'm confused (what else is new), you DIDN'T get the job, but you still have an interview?
BASEBALL!?!
Nothing good can come of this.
You don't play as the Royals do you?
I typed this at work, so it was interspersed with people asking me questions and shit blowing to pieces, hence I lost my train of thought mid post.
I didn't get the 91.5k/ year job because some other contract company bid it out.
I did, however, get an email from another consultant seeking a database administrator. I had an interview for them.
No, I'm a complete cheese log, I'm playing the Red Sox. Maybe I'll play the Royals in another season.
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