Yet another day went by, and still no phone call. It really pisses me off, but I guess it’s just something I’ve got the get used to. If this had been three years ago, not only would I’ve already had the job, I would’ve gotten it within an hour of the interview. Screw you, IT-bubble. Note to self: When I become Ruler of the Free World and Master of the Universe, there shall be no such phrases as “we’ll call you next week”. It’ll be “We’ll call you at three O’clock tomorrow”. And that’s gonna happen. Period.
“Utopia”, you say? Maybe so, but a man can dream.
It’s raining as hell outside, and it’s been doing so for quite a while. I’m meeting Stine tonight, and I hope the rain calms down a bit before I’m going or I’ll have to bring a change or clothes or something like that.
Recent events in the life of someone I know very well have made me think. A couple of days ago, a friend of this someone committed suicide. The thought that anyone I know, or even an acquaintance of mine, will ever take the decision to end their own life, is extremely remote to me, probably because it has never happened. Sometimes I get the impression that everyone knows someone who has killed themselves. I think I’m a lucky guy. Very lucky, indeed. And I would like to keep on being that lucky guy, if that’s all right with you.
Anything you lose automatically doubles in value.
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