Finishing line

Good gravy, I’ve almost missed another month. I know it looks like I’ve been away from here for a long time, but I haven’t really. In the process of starting my Tumblr page, I may have left behind my November post in favour of ‘micro-blogging’, but that was just a minor oversight. I’m still here, and Tumblr will only be my new graffiti wall, not mind space.

The time for retrospection, revelry and resolutions is upon us and most everyone around my age is under great pressure to be happy. Appropriately enough, I’ve been looking back at myself over the past year to find the bright spots and the not-so-bright ones, all essential to passing the time. While there were enough low points that I’d rather not dwell upon, one memory certainly stood out as a highlight to remember for a long time yet.

So far, I have never been in an unsuccessful interview. Or rather, I have passed every interview that I have ever attended (and having said that, I hope I haven’t jinxed myself). Early this year, I was the subject of a totally unconventional interview, conducted by a young lady who was obviously quite experienced at this sort of thing. She had with her a notepad in which she recorded my every answer, which kinda made me nervous, but I wasn’t sure why. On the subject of names, she first struggled through spelling mine, but was then quite giddy when she found out that she shared my mother’s first name.

She then asked me to show her my home city on a globe of the world and then had me calculate the amount of time it took to get from Point A to Point B. Contrary to a regular interview, she wasn’t concerned with the process, only the final answer; she was quite satisfied with mine. After that, she suggested that I shift home.

Of course, there was a cultural disparity since we were from different countries, which was probably why she was so interested in every little detail that I provided. But I still couldn’t believe my lucky streak; yet another interview in which I could do no wrong! At one point, she even high-fived me when she found out that I enjoyed Jolly Rancher candy as much as she.

And then we had dinner and she gulped down all of the root beer I had brought along.

I really should mention that she was 8 years old.

KT Tunstall – Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)

Koop – Strange Love