Toe be or Not Toe be…
New day, new hope, new trouble…
Few days ago I went for an interview for the job that I wanted so ugly. You see, I have few theories about wanting something so badly.
First, do Un-Want it!!! No matter what!! It’s like that reverse psychology system. Somehow someday the universe will reserve something you deserve. All you have to do is just to act nonchalant. It reminds me that this rule applies for all first daters.
This happens to people who see life as an endless irony.
Second, don’t Un-Want it if you desire it genuinely. Yes, it sounds like those
Hollywood movies which portray faith-will-fruit-in-the-end-if-you-really-hold-onto-it stuff.
This is a more jolly and naive approach to life. And it still amazes me how
Hollywood still sells this stuff despite the flourishing of terrorism and the attack of ‘Desperate Housewives’ on my TV screen.
Anyway, in an attempt to nourish the healthier side of my soul, I picked the second option. So I was being a nice girl, who said nice things they wanted to hear from me. And I believed the interviewer liked me… or did she?
After the interview, I was so assured that I would manage this one, and then I shopped my last bucks for unnecessary items (as if there’s necessary item) as a way to celebrate and reward myself. I guess Body Shop, Review and Myer celebrate my blunder.
It didn’t stop there.
In a journey to indulge my curiosity, I hopped into a tram whose route I had no idea about. In the end, it terminated about 3-4 kames from my house. And no other means of transportation were available.
God bless the tram…
I walked home in my precious heels.
God bless the heels.
Just a flash: Walking with blistered toes in pointy heels is not the healthiest exercise.
My toes were bloated; and I believed, somewhere between the red light and Exeloo (the mobile loo, yesss… that loo where you excrete your human dirt in… now they can move… talking about ‘advanced technology for all the wrong reasons’) I could feel my toes INTERTWINED! Whoa, not a pretty scene for a Sex and The City chick.
My idiosyncrasy has finally found its way to betray me.
When I managed to get home, I tossed the cursed shoes off only to find my shapeless feet.
Anyway, after nights and days of following feet re-shaping program conducted by my butcher, now they look slightly less horror. I’m just a bit irritated with that little veal tucked inside my pinkie toe… does anyone know how to get rid of it?
Finally, what’s the morale of this rambling?
I guess to learn that a faith is not a faith until it passes the test and to carry an extra pair of runners in my bag, no matter what.
Anyway, she promised to let me know the result by the end of the week, which has passed two days ago. I still yet didn’t receive the call.
But as I said, a faith is not a faith until it passes the test.
Well, maybe she IS testing my faith and patience.
So, should I wait until the end of the week in June? Hmmm…
In the end, the Body Shop, Myer and Review fancy shopping bags remain unopened. They are sitting nicely at the corner of my room.
Yet I’m still wondering, are you allowed to pick your nose during the interview? Ups…
