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I had double cheese burger for dinner. That means a double-the-fun yet double-the-cholesterol meal. Weirdly, every time I eat one, the urge to write comes as a divine force. Divinity, for me, is all about accepting something you don’t really expect at all. It is something that you know you don’t deserve but accepts it anyway because you feel it gives a burden on your name. I pull my inspiration to write from this elysian force so that all my brains would work. Amen to you, dear cheeseburger. Anyway, I already have a job–but I won’t talk about it here because I believe that this matter deserves a separate entry. What I want to write about is a crystallization of all the learnings I imbibed during the painfully long process of job hunting.
I have attended several job interviews already and I realized that the most recurring question is: “What’s your weakness?”. Before I go to my interview appointment, I rehearse my answers to the most common interview questions–and I do it in our house’s comfort room. There’s something in the CR that makes me more eloquent and that conditions my mind to deliver kick-ass answers. If there’s a company that holds their interviews in such sacred room, I’ll come out as a highly revered saint.
For the record, I am still jobless. With all of the good news I have been hearing from my fellow colleagues (i.e. batch mates; professional vocabulary FTW!), I think it’s just right to feel at least a speck of naughty pressure. With all of the adjectives I can use to modify “pressure”, I chose “naughty” for the following reasons: First, it is not the kind of heavy pressure that will make you fall on your knees and blazon out that it is the end of your world. Rather, it is the kind of light pressure that keeps on tingling your mind about joblessness. It wanes out for some time but returns to do its annoying comedy. Second, it is the kind of pressure that you do not want to welcome because you think it’s not an issue. But after some time, you could easily place yourself in a netherworld of fervor. Ironically, you pretend you do not feeling anything.
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