psychedelic dreams and the gorgeous angels that inspire them
not too long ago, i was floored by a question in a job interview: "so what have you been doing?" (presumably, the interviewer wanted to know how productive my days were while looking for a job.) the question was rather unexpected (i was expecting a more difficult one like what can you say about the refusal of the european central bank to further ease monetary policy? i guess it's the simple ones that get us), all i could say was : "reading books." that merited a hmm. and a few notes on his note pad. of course, i had no idea what he actually wrote. maybe, impressive? geek? a fool? stupid? or nothing at all. he was just trying to give an impression that he took his job seriously. on my way to a coffee shop to meet a friend after the interview, i was so mad at myself. i thought i sucked big time. well i really am not good at job interviews. or at taking exams. any kind of exams. i always thought: if you want to hire me, then just hire me. fire me afterwar...