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Jan. 10th, 2002 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehA while ago somewhere I don't know when
I was watching a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part that I could understand...
I called Mandy last night before I went to work. We had a nice offhanded conversation about nothing really specific or deep in demeanor. She laughs a lot and it's nice to hear. She is finishing her course-work in micro-biology and may go anywhere in the country to find a job, and it's hard to foresee where this could all lead...maybe nowhere...it seems that nothing is foreseeable anymore...neither the good nor the bad.
I just got a call letting me know that I didn't make the cut for interviewing on the job I applied for. Out of the five hundred applicants, they're interviewing about forty and hiring fifteen from that number. I made the cut down to the last fifty, and missed the cut for the interviews. I guess 8 of the applicants were almost guaranteed since they had experience in the field, so my odds were not great...500:7...71:1. Oh well. I'm disappointed, but I knew what my chances were. The next time a position becomes available it is highly likely I'll at least get an interview.
I've been called a hick twice within the last 24 hours on two seperate occasions for saying, "y'all."
I am not a hick.
I am the ghetto master.
I'm a G'd up urban threat, yo.
I got game and drive a bomb-biggity ghet'sled.
I make Marky Mark* look white.
Stop calling me a hick, bizznitches.
get at me dogg,
G'Balla.
* "You damn dirty apes!...FEEL IT FEEL IT...C'MON C'MON!" - the Ducklips ode to Marky Mark Wahlberg.
I was watching a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part that I could understand...
I called Mandy last night before I went to work. We had a nice offhanded conversation about nothing really specific or deep in demeanor. She laughs a lot and it's nice to hear. She is finishing her course-work in micro-biology and may go anywhere in the country to find a job, and it's hard to foresee where this could all lead...maybe nowhere...it seems that nothing is foreseeable anymore...neither the good nor the bad.
I just got a call letting me know that I didn't make the cut for interviewing on the job I applied for. Out of the five hundred applicants, they're interviewing about forty and hiring fifteen from that number. I made the cut down to the last fifty, and missed the cut for the interviews. I guess 8 of the applicants were almost guaranteed since they had experience in the field, so my odds were not great...500:7...71:1. Oh well. I'm disappointed, but I knew what my chances were. The next time a position becomes available it is highly likely I'll at least get an interview.
I've been called a hick twice within the last 24 hours on two seperate occasions for saying, "y'all."
I am not a hick.
I am the ghetto master.
I'm a G'd up urban threat, yo.
I got game and drive a bomb-biggity ghet'sled.
I make Marky Mark* look white.
Stop calling me a hick, bizznitches.
get at me dogg,
G'Balla.
* "You damn dirty apes!...FEEL IT FEEL IT...C'MON C'MON!" - the Ducklips ode to Marky Mark Wahlberg.