« An enemy at the gates
I'm no good at open-ended waiting. Tell me when my wait will be over, and I'm fine; I can figure out what to do with myself in the meantime, no harm done. Hell, even sitting in the dentist's chair doesn't really bother me. But waiting for a thing — an important thing — and not knowing when it will happen ... after a time, it ruins me. It's a near-unceasing distraction, an inexorable drill grinding on my concentration. Is it now? Is it now?
You know, the last full-time job I worked, I saw the ad on Monday night, and they made me an offer Wednesday afternoon. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
October 30, 2002 11:46 AM
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