A year ago now I went for a job, just a whatever job for some cash, and despite excellent scores and a very strong recommendation by the recruitment agency, I was rejected at the final stage because of my complete lack of soul.
As a person who knows all too well the repetitive nature of history, the time has come where my insatiable, and apparently unreasonable, thirst for shelter and groceries has caused me to again seek mindless employment for cash.
2009 has been an interesting year for Mr Nikolaus, but I can say very honestly that I am far less empathetic towards the human condition now than I have ever been in the past. My cold heart and dead eyes seem only to sharpen with age. To secure such employment, I will need to learn to act. I don’t need to be that great; just good enough to know when to crease my brow and lower my voice at the right cues.
While I might express the stilted emotions of Tyra Banks, seen pictured above winning an Academy Award for her work in Catwoman, I should wind up coming home with a decent pay cheque for once.
