I have a job interview tomorrow.
Even before I've gone for it, I know deep down inside, that it ain't the right one for me.
For work is more than work, and a job is more than building a career. With the amount of time and effort I put into the things I do to make a living, it sort of becomes my second home. My colleagues becomes my siblings and my bosses, my surrogate parents.
And my boss's wife didn't have to tell me what she did today - I already knew it.
And so, this birdie ain't leaving the cuckoo's nest just yet.
No comments:
Post a Comment