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THE INTERVIEW |
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"Interesting," you say, Eyes digging into my Curriculum Vitae. And then you give me a crooked smile. "Stupid," I think. "Juvenile". You want to know what I'd do if stranded on an island with a monster. Empty-handed. I smile sheepishly, inwardly though. [For heaven's sake let me go!!!] That question answered, you rack your brains for more [Been sitting here for twenty minutes and my bottom's sore] "a boat's on a river"... now "construct a story". I go on with one [the details would be gory] "One incident that changed your life, tell me" I'm tired and want to leave. Wish you could see. Then, recite this poem. I do, but my voice has lost its cadence. All the rhythm I have left in me is that of impatience. That hurdle cleared, a dozen questions follow The answers to every which of them deserve to be called shallow. "Congratulations!!!" you exclaim. "You have been hired!!!" [It didn't once cross your mind that this fool might be tired???] I walk out, knowing that the triumph cannot be so grand If it leaves me feeling like life's awfully bland. "Why?" I wonder. "Do I feel so miserable?" Seconds later, I realized that only the questions weren't despicable. "Interesting," you'd said, and asked a hundred questions, smiling at my CV So allow me to ask you just one... How much did it help you know me?
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