Huzzah! for life's unflinching ability to pounce at a time one least expects it. The last two days have been one surprise after another and I wasn't sure if I could still handle it. That is, until it was over.
It started late Tuesday evening when Fire IMed me saying that there is an opening for a job me and a friend would be (almost) perfect for and we needed to meet with her first thing in the morning. Being someone who doesn't handle surprises very well, I panicked and said yes without so much as a worry or a thought. Realizing my error, I called up my friend right away and told him about it, phrasing it in a way that he doesn't have any choice in the matter. I didn't mean to say it like that, really, but my mind was on overload and I just say the first thought that pops in my head.
What followed was a long drawn conversation on how random life can be and a repeat of the talk we had the other week about wanting to take on a job and the willingness to submit to a more normal semblance of life. It appeared that the psychological idea of the truth being the first thought that comes into mind was true since we really did have no choice in the matter. We decided (or at least, made an illusion of deciding) to make an appearance the next day.
Wednesday. After a series of tests and seemingly endless interviews, we both ended up getting the job. Well, at least on that day I did. My friend has yet to confirm and fix his schedule until he can sign up. Nevertheless, it was all very taxing for the both of us and we had to cram all our issues in one day, give or take several hours.
So there. The Big Cosmic Push, arriving at a time when I thought no Push was going to happen anymore. Let this be a lesson.
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AFTERTHOUGHT:
I was mildly distracted during the written part of the exam, thinking if I really wanted to push through with it. Because I knew, even if it seemed we had no choice, I can still revert to my old tactics and stop. Just stop. But I painfully tried to ignore my old instincts screaming and bit back on an errant thought. I tried to focus answering questions on grammar and vocabulary, which for some reason seemed more difficult than I think they should have been for me.
Once it was over and I was given another paper for the essay part, I just knew I had to let everything out already. And so my pen relentlessly glided on the blank sheet, easing everything I had into the black ink. I didn't read through after I was done and I submitted everything raw right away. I could only imagine what I might have written there in that state of mind.
