A disguise for optimism.

I have always believed that things do not happen unless you will them to, unless you believe deep down that you deserve them, that you have earned them, they will not be. My life is a testament to that and I think that I have gotten exactly what I have asked for no matter if the things that happened, that the events that occurred, that the people I know were inherently good or bad. Each and every moment is the consequence of a conscious action or thought.

On Monday I will drive to a new shiny office tower and arrive on the penthouse level for the second round interview for my dream job. And I will dazzle them. Last Monday I sat atop that very same penthouse level carefully attempting to count the water towers that populated the sprawling metropolis outside the windows while three people asked me the same questions, all of which I answered beautifully. Because, you see, interviews are so much like standardized tests in that you can always tell which response they are looking for.

So wish me luck so that I may soon find myself traveling around this great nation doing what I love most with a team of people who are my kind of people.