Three Hundred Third Entry

The symptoms of bulimia unintentionali(see Three Hundred Second Entry) are becoming more evident now. The coughing has started. If I keep my mind off of my interviews, then the symptoms go away. So I tried to keep busy. I actually had one of my most productive days today. I got one plan sheet of details done, two more to go before Wednesday is through. I finished the first coat of mud in Tia's garage. And I took Igo driving and taught him how to pump gas...and washed his windows. But now I'm hackin' it up. I will have an ulcer by the end of the week.

When I think of how much I have riding on these interviews, I get an even knottier stomach. I NEED A NEW JOB IN THE BAY AREA. There are no two ways about it. I realize that there is a slim chance I get an offer out of these two interviews, but I can't help getting my hopes up. Talk me down people! Tell me how much I suck!!

I thought of a great icebreaker answer to one of the usual interview questions. Those of you that know me really well will understand.

Interviewer: What is your biggest weakness?
Me: Well, to be honest, and I am really ashamed of this, I can't sneeze just once. I have to sneeze at least six times before I'm done. Most people find it annoying, but a few people kind of like it.

Dalila didn't like that answer. She didn't think it was funny. But I think it might work. If they laugh, I have them eating out of my hands. If not, then I just blew the whole interview trying to be funny. In either case, the actual answer will follow. I have yet to come up with a genuine answer for that one that doesn't sound either stupid or, well, stupid. Possible answers: worry too much about minutae and detail; don't worry enough about minutae and detail(I think the first one applies to me, I concentrate more on tiny details and lose sight of the big picture); afraid of confrontation; impatient; afraid of change. Tell me what I suck at!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Jamiroquai.

Everybody,
Don't want no war, no, no no no,
'Cuz we're too young to die,
Too young to die.

So many people,
All around the world yeah,
All around the world,
Seen their brothers fry,
You seen your brother fry?
What's the motive,
In your madness?
Oh, I wish I knew,
You made my people cry,
You made my people cry.
So politicians, this time,
I think you better keep your distance,
Say, sing it loud:

We're too young to doo-doo-do-do-do-dah-do-do-do-do-dooo,
Do-do-do-do-da-do-do-do-do-do (etc.)

What's the answer?
I wish I knew,
To our problems.
I think we've gone too high,
I think we've gone too high.
Little children, never said a word now,
You know they never said a word,
Still they have to die,
Well I'm asking why.
It won't be long, no no no,
Dancing like we do yeah,
Oh, like we do now,
To put this sad world right.
I gotta put it right.
So don't you worry,
People we won't have to suffer no more,

'Cuz we're too young to...

All gone when they drop the bomb
Can the politicians reassure?
'Cuz here I am assuming that
Nobody wants a war.
There's so many people praying
Just to find out if they're staying,
But lately stately governments
And disillusioned leaders,
So full of empty promises,
But rarely do they feed us,
Put our backs against the wall,
Or don't we count at all?
Can you decide? Are you mesmerised?
Do you know which side you're standing?
'Cuz when it falls gonna take us all,
Gotta know what we're demanding.
I'll never lie can't you hear me cry
Coming from on high,

We're too young to die (doo-doo-do etc. to fade)

Too Young to Die
Emergency on Planet Earth album
by Jamiroquai