April 12, 2013
My foot is not
healing properly. I have broken several of the screws embedded in the bone and
others are working their way out of the plate. There is a gap where there
should not be one so unexpected extensive surgery is in order. I need a CT and
an operation that will put me in a boot and I will be unable to bear weight on
my foot for six weeks time. Since the X-ray this morning, my foot has been
throbbing more and I dart looks of disgust and fury at it. The Blame Game is my
opponent as I drive from one side of the Cities to another, from the
HealthPartners clinic to Panera for grilled cheese (I wouldn’t recommend it as
a comfort food which I was shooting for!) heading to an informational interview
that Wonder Woman aced, then back across town thru pre-rush hour traffic. I am
dog-sitting Darling Dylan and may veg in front of the television tonight.
Even though I am
fully committed to attending all four subsequent interviews required to secure
a position with X company as a Relocation Specialist it sounds grueling and
perilous to my well-being. There is one spot available and this corporation
aligns their philosophy with the Gallop polls. I see the cheery faces as I
launch through the sleek yet somehow homey lobby. The philanthropic owner published
a book which I took the opportunity to flip through while another poorly
qualified candidate (did I just write that?) spoke of her great accomplishments
and job history.
On my way up to
the 5th floor, I stopped the elevator and meandered around the fourth
floor just to check out the space and chat with passerby employees. Everyone
seemed Stepford wife smiley and walked with springs in their steps. Seems like
a nice enough place to hang my hat for awhile. If I do get the chance to move
up the ladder to the next dog and Paula show I will take a bit more time in the
building, playing the part as a janitor, copy repair person or candy vendor to
find out more of the inside scoop about company X!
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