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I Want You
May. 22nd, 2008 06:26 pmI've been humming these lyrics to an old song all week:
I finished applying for the job opening I mentioned earlier. I walked my application over, which took 30 minutes, each way. The building is located on the other side of the freeway from the rest of campus in this building:
I like to drop off applications in person. Then I'll know for sure how to get to the place if I have an interview. Then I can also get an idea for what the work environment is like.
In this case, I also got to see what's inside that faded orange tubular part of the building.
Stairs. I might have guessed that. But the staircase is big. There's room for the stairs to spiral around something. I wouldn't have guessed there was also a Foucault pendulum in there.
It's hard to photograph. That's a dark view from the top.
Here's a view closer to the bottom.
It's such a relief to have that job application off my shoulders. I was definitely worrying too much about those writing samples. They're really just for them to be sure my writing wouldn't be a complete embarrassment. Yes, ideally, they make them think, "Oh my! We must have this writer!" Maybe next time.
I want you.I don't even know what this is about. I assume the "you" is some person of the exciting sex. But this week for me, the "you" is a job opening.
I want you so bad.
I want you.
I want you so bad, it's driving me mad.
It's driving me mad.
I finished applying for the job opening I mentioned earlier. I walked my application over, which took 30 minutes, each way. The building is located on the other side of the freeway from the rest of campus in this building:
I like to drop off applications in person. Then I'll know for sure how to get to the place if I have an interview. Then I can also get an idea for what the work environment is like.
In this case, I also got to see what's inside that faded orange tubular part of the building.
Stairs. I might have guessed that. But the staircase is big. There's room for the stairs to spiral around something. I wouldn't have guessed there was also a Foucault pendulum in there.
It's hard to photograph. That's a dark view from the top.
Here's a view closer to the bottom.
It's such a relief to have that job application off my shoulders. I was definitely worrying too much about those writing samples. They're really just for them to be sure my writing wouldn't be a complete embarrassment. Yes, ideally, they make them think, "Oh my! We must have this writer!" Maybe next time.