Question: Where do you see yourself in five years?
Answer: I LIED.
Fact: I am unemployed and interviewing on a regular basis. I think that I have done well with the interview process. I am very tired of it and its not something that anyone enjoys. It really does have a selling of the soul kinda value to it. My soul and I are attached, happily so. Dont want it to go anywhere. I do not usually lie. People often hate asking me if I think if they have gained weight or Do I like their new boyfriend. I wont lie. I wont bullshit. But, while interviewing, lies come out of my mouth as if I were a teenage boy on the verge of getting laid.
I LIED. Sheot. (Before thinking about it and writing this post, )I'd probably do it again, too. Those lies came to me very naturally. I was surprised to hear myself say the words that came babbling out of my mouth.
BUT. I think that from now on, I dont want to lie myself or anyone else. Especially, when it comes to answering that type of question.
Where do I see myself in five years?
Sunday, April 15, 2007
this is funny and annoying at the same time...
This morning by KEM
I went to sleep early last night. I was tired by midnight. usually, i stay up much later. i curled up in my bed, turned the lights off, (which is a first since my sweet darling husband left town) and i went into sleepy land. around 4am, i awoke, drool pile on my pillow, i heard a sound. the fuggin cat was on the window sill, playing with the pully string for the blinds. oh my good god, i said. I sounded like janice joplin after a show and a bottle of jack. the sound of my voice scared the cat into submission. it only lasted long enough for me to fall asleep again. she moved across the room and started pulling my socks out of a semi opened drawer. she managed to pull out santa claus socks circa 1985, from god only knows where. I sat up in bed and yelled (this time) demonically at her. She stopped for about an hour. at545am, this morning, naked and dragging a cat outside into a spring morning rain, i opened the door and threw the cat outside. i laughed like a mad woman as i threw her. The phone was ringing, the alarm was going off loudly in my ear and i was happy. The cat was gone. All i had to do was turn the alarm off, answer the phone, and go back to bed. Oh and I had to pee.
Six hours later, I wake up to silence. Its golden, ya know?
love ya
Kris
This morning by KEM
I went to sleep early last night. I was tired by midnight. usually, i stay up much later. i curled up in my bed, turned the lights off, (which is a first since my sweet darling husband left town) and i went into sleepy land. around 4am, i awoke, drool pile on my pillow, i heard a sound. the fuggin cat was on the window sill, playing with the pully string for the blinds. oh my good god, i said. I sounded like janice joplin after a show and a bottle of jack. the sound of my voice scared the cat into submission. it only lasted long enough for me to fall asleep again. she moved across the room and started pulling my socks out of a semi opened drawer. she managed to pull out santa claus socks circa 1985, from god only knows where. I sat up in bed and yelled (this time) demonically at her. She stopped for about an hour. at545am, this morning, naked and dragging a cat outside into a spring morning rain, i opened the door and threw the cat outside. i laughed like a mad woman as i threw her. The phone was ringing, the alarm was going off loudly in my ear and i was happy. The cat was gone. All i had to do was turn the alarm off, answer the phone, and go back to bed. Oh and I had to pee.
Six hours later, I wake up to silence. Its golden, ya know?
love ya
Kris
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