Living the Twilight Zone Life in an interview world

                My legs are kicked up as I blog and I am watching “in the eye of the beholder” episode of the twilight zone. It’s the episode were a patient is making several operations to look “normal.” During the entire episode the characters are all in silhouette. The doctors and nurse all proclaim how hideous she is and the female lead, Miss Tyler, not only explains the extent of ugliness but wishes to be euthanized if the treatment doesn’t work. 

This being her 11^th surgery she must be segregated to another community. It is mandatory by the state that all must look a certain way. Upon the removal of her bandages a perfectly beautiful woman is revealed.  The nurses and doctors are a gas in shock for the surgery was not a success. As the woman attempts to run away, the faces of the staff are revealed to those with pig faces.  Like all “Twilight Zone” episodes it has its own twists of irony. 

I like to think of most of my life a lot like the “Twilight Zone.” One such occasion is my day.  I started with intense dreams that could only be explained as “Quantum Leap” on crack knocking me off of my personal equilibrium. The events of the last year had yet to hit me but there was an overtone to the day that sang of the somberness that only an impending resolution can bring. My nerves were on edge while time sipped by and me tripping over it. 

I got a letter claiming that I would have to attend a fact finding interview about my unemployment. Crap. I went to my car groping for a much needed cigarette. I once again checked off “stop smoking so much” on my to do list as ‘shit that won’t be happening anytime soon.’ I ventured toward the tumbling terrain toward West Des Moines.  First off I’m late and fairly certain that there is a black hold of time between Boone and the Des Moines area. The reason I say that is because after I get out of that area time returns to normal.  But this place was damned sucker to find. I used my magical powers deduction to find my way to an interview that had been scheduled a half hour earlier. 

Being sucked into time wrap also made my GPS fritz out and once again plop me smack dap in the middle of freaking suburbia.  I called and told the office I was having trouble finding their office.  The man I had asked if I wanted to reschedule but I said no. For the simple fact that I might not find their office and at this rate I was tenacious. After spending an hour on the road, I was going to make it even if they wouldn’t consider me for employment. I was half expected them to say don’t bother but understandably enough they were all to used to this happening. It took me a half hour to circle around the same block repeatedly. I finally found an unmarked building with way too many locked doors and just as few people coming out of it. 

The interview in and of itself told about what was important to me versus what was not.  My interviewing style had changed greatly. The job is prospective. With a few major drawbacks it looks as if it could be something I could do long term but one the other hand it is 100% commission. It has advancement opportunity but I’d have to get a license.

 I thought back to the episode while a new one ‘In the nick of time’ (starring the illustrious William Shatner (Who said “stop treating me like a retarded child” in the episode) awesome). Maybe that’s the way employment is. The job is in the eye of the beholder. It could be perceived in any number of ways this would be ideal or the in another sense it could be the worst decision in my life but no matter what I would be up to me what job would be best but one thing is certain, I’m not relying on a coin toss.