I am a sucker
I am a sucker for a pretty face, and a sucker for the golden oppertunity.
And yet, the next pretty face or smooth-talkin' conman or convoluted scheme which comes accross my path I am likely to snatch up without a moment's thought.
I am addicted to hope.
And I hate yellow.
I know I hate yellow; why did I wear this stupid shirt; all I could think about through the entire interview was the yellowness of my shirt.
And after, the only thoughts were that I've just been had. The worst is, the smooth-talkin' well-dressed conman (my interviewer - who, dispite being from Toronto cheers for the Calgary Flames) was eighteen years old. 18!! Telling me how he is going to be my mentor and show me how the world works.
Ha. he ha he hm. I start work on friday; it seems I have not yet had enough practice swallowing my pride - this is going to be a bumpy ride.
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