deja vu– all over again
the grilling lasted 55 minutes. i was one fourth alive by the time it
ended. the boss shook my hand again and thanked me. i told her "that
was tough." and she said, "was it?"
i wanted to answer, "yes,
now if you could just put a gun barrel between my teeth and paint your
carpet with my brain. because really, i don’t think i can live the rest
of my life faced with a very bleak future in public finance and
development work and with the constant threat of my university taking
back my master’s degree and my former office demanding a refund of my
salary after my shameful performance."
