I have a 'casual/informal' interview at a restaurant today.
I am totally over analyzing this.
Is this appropriate wear for this sort of interview?
Tell me, please?
Got a new poem (by myself, I keep having to reiterate this) up on my poetry blog
Pounding the pavement.
An out of body experience.
Feeling like a higher being is controlling your legs.
Joints rotating.
Legs forced forward.
Mechanically moving.
How does one know that your body is organic?
That blood flows beneath the skin.
That muscles contract under flesh.
Not oil flowing through pipes, fueling the machine within.
Not cogs and gears rotating.
Open up your skin and show the red oil circulating.
Remember the choreographed and practiced gestures stored in your memory.
A wave of the hand.
A nod of the head.
Monotonous and machine driven conversation.
An exchange of meaningless words.
'How are you?', an apathetic gesture, with no care behind it.
Automated and emotionless.
Grit your teeth and smile.
The robotic casing around you, shows the world you are human.
Yet the cogs and gears inside, analyze the truth.
http://thewiltingfigtree.blogspot.com/
I am totally over analyzing this.
Is this appropriate wear for this sort of interview?
Tell me, please?
Got a new poem (by myself, I keep having to reiterate this) up on my poetry blog
Pounding the pavement.
An out of body experience.
Feeling like a higher being is controlling your legs.
Joints rotating.
Legs forced forward.
Mechanically moving.
How does one know that your body is organic?
That blood flows beneath the skin.
That muscles contract under flesh.
Not oil flowing through pipes, fueling the machine within.
Not cogs and gears rotating.
Open up your skin and show the red oil circulating.
Remember the choreographed and practiced gestures stored in your memory.
A wave of the hand.
A nod of the head.
Monotonous and machine driven conversation.
An exchange of meaningless words.
'How are you?', an apathetic gesture, with no care behind it.
Automated and emotionless.
Grit your teeth and smile.
The robotic casing around you, shows the world you are human.
Yet the cogs and gears inside, analyze the truth.
http://thewiltingfigtree.blogspot.com/