Bravely into the Company's Protective Arms

Years of studying do deprive one of a night out here and there, yet what they give in return is, perhaps, incomparable with the transient ennui experienced in the loneliness of the dorm, in a conversation with the only interlocutor—the book. What one does not see during those years is: a) How  young age conspires with a fabricated sense of wasted time; b) How wool is not only the fabric sweaters are made from; c) How little of it all matters in comparison with other things. To complicate the situation, life does not reveal what is not worthy of agonizing over the allegedly missed fun until those things disclose themselves in the fullness of their actuality.

One of them is triumphantly entering the company’s estate.  The very first step along a mile long driveway erases the misery of the numberless nights spent wrestling with untamable sentences, impossible equations, and  incomprehensible formulas. The walk along the driveway is calming. On the one hand, it is dissolving the anxiety of the exams, frustration of the interviews, distress of the period waiting for the response, disappointment when letters of rejection overflow the mailbox, futility of thinking of further attempts, hopelessness increasing with every nanosecond of planning the next application, waiting for more responses, more reasons to be as fucked up as a fucking fuck.

None of these venomous feelings exist once the breeze starts gently blowing the shiny curls freely falling over the shoulders exuding the smell of the champion shampoo—the winner of the competition for the product to keep hair healthy, sustain its natural glow, and make it look as vivacious as ever: the healer among shampoos! As the curls are engaging in a playful conversation with the vibrations of the air, the greenery of the surrounding is opening to show the area where antique statues decorate the realm of the estate across which an elegant water jet is profusely dispersing microwatery formations. A huge fountain guarding the entrance to the main building stretches its wings to release the camaraderie of the minute brigades. As the droplets travel along the rollercoaster path from the inside tube, spurting out through the opening in the weird shape of the modern design, they are like a tiny army of tin soldiers marching as one across the unknown territory. Until the brightness of daylight almost blinds them. And they start dispersing, begin their individual dances, carried by the light air stream, united with its movements, touching the face now and then—the face that is now sending the signal to the body about the triumphant moment of the sensation felt on the foot as it gets in contact, one at a time, with the three stairs leading the novice into the palace rightly bragging to epitomize an incessant celebration of the fusion of expertise and power.

It was going to be the new sales manager’s first day at work. She started her career chairing the committee for the recruitment of interns. Soft leather chair welcoming the muscles eager to send all the energy to the brain as they get comfortably relaxed:

Good morning. What was your main motivation for applying for the position of an intern with us? Nice. I see that you have a years long experience working as an intern with reputable companies praised in the business world to be the giants of rhetorical skills used for advancing sales. That is certainly something we will take into account. Will you be willing and able to work extra hours should the dynamic of the company so require? Very good. Do you plan to extend your family in the near future? Our company is respectful of the employees’ privacy, yet needs information regarding certain aspects of their private lives. Thank you. Will you be able to tolerate sometimes not having weekends off? That sounds very accommodating to the company’s pulse. Do you imagine that your future career could in any way offer something that would be strikingly different from the experience one may obtain working with us? Clearly, that’s the type of job one would expect to both crown and result from the years dedicated to internship. Sounds reasonable. Do you have any anticipations with regard to a pay rise once your initial period at work is completed? Excellent. Will it be impossible for you to sometimes stand in for a co-worker, should circumstances so require? Outstanding. Would you characterize yourself as: Punctual? Reliable? Cooperative?  Tolerant? Responsive? Are you: Competitive? Uncompromising? Energetic? Well-trained? Widely-read? Well-mannered? Well-dressed? Well-shaped? What newspaper do you read?  What’s your favorite salad? What’s your favorite beer? What do you wear when you go to sleep? When do you usually wake up? How do you spend your free time? What’s your favorite holiday destination? Where do you usually spend your weekends? How do you like your steak? Do you like fish? What do you think of when you eat chocolate? Can you make a cake? Who is your favorite tennis player? Do you like to work?

Hope the conversation between the breeze and the tickling watery dispersal will generate some answers to this inquiry staccato. I feel the suppression of the desire to know them is receding. And it should not be confusedly equated with the unleashing of the want for them. All I know is that I now want things differently than I used to. I thought I lost something to an unknown season. I don’t think so any more. But I still think. Think hard. The harder I think the lighter the thought. Like one should always be thinking.