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| image credit: Nicholas Ruiz. Bow Tie #10. Assembled November 2011. Acetaminophen pills, multiple adhesives, plastic knife. Forest Hills, Queens, New York. |
"Do you mind if I eat? Not that you really have a choice. I'm doing the interview and have the power in this situation."He continued to masticate and fill his office up with the seasonally incongruent smell of Thanksgiving. This was going to be a fun filled interview.
"I'd like to ask you why you aren't wearing a tie today for your interview. Before you answer, I want you to know that as a psychologist I think everything has a meaning. I hope you have thought about the meaning of why you didn't wear a tie. If you haven't, then you aren't what we are looking for in a post-doctoral fellow. We'll end the interview here and I'll wish you good day."
I had a variety of inside-thoughts that I considered sharing. They included:
- Asshole.
- Drop dead.
- Who the hell do you think you are? I just had fucking brain surgery, a post-operative infection, and joint damage from an adverse reaction to the antibiotics that treated my infection.
- Your turkey sandwich is making me want to throw up.
- I'm scared because I can't find a job.
- Do you know who the fuck I am?
- Am I going to fail as a psychologist?
