Irony

Ah, and we're a year out. Almost. A few weeks away. Anyway, flashback to a year ago: Waiting on a job from a credit card company, bored, addicted to video games, at least thirty pounds heavier, and knee deep in a bit of an alcoholic slump.

Now I'm in better shape, working for the government, anything but bored, barely touch video games (by comparison, I guess), and only drinking on alternating weekends. I've become the diet version of a soda you never liked to begin with.

What's fun is that tonight I get to interview someone for a job. Keep in mind, one year ago: sending out twenty resumes a day and flubbing every interview. So I plan on going easy on the kid. He's about two years younger and only been working part time for some contract agency. I'm taking him out to dinner, interviewing him, and telling him a bit about the job. Hopefully I can help him. I owe a good deal of my success to someone being overly nice to me for no reason at all. And since I can't repay him (although technically he gets a percentage of my paycheck, which I guess makes us fucking even), I'll just pay this one forward.

I can remember what it was like to interview with strangers. I had my fair share of weird job offers and interesting environments - including the dude who pretended to be a woman on the phone during the interview. So it'll be nice to try and help someone else.

Lord knows I need someone at my job who isn't twenty years older than me. At this point, I'm not the newbie anymore, I've outlasted people who were hired after me, and trained people a full score older. I don't mind it, but it's got to be embarrassing to be trained by some small, pale, white kid who still has pimples. It'd be nice if this kid gets hired, that way it can be doubly emasculating.