You know the thing they always tell people like me: “you are not a waste, you're just special, and you are beautiful this way” and stuff. As if “special” had become a synonym for freak.
But you know how it works: when you're trying to get a job, that kind of “specialness” is not desirable, thank you very much. So being an extremely shy, extremely clumsy person with extreme phobias, my only hope is to – somehow, magically – become someone else before I step foot in a job interview.
I guess, getting shocked by fear in the edge of the town (one of my inborn phobias); getting some manure in my freshly-washed hair; getting completely lost, then realizing that I went out of the town on the wrong road; being 20 minutes late; then not being able to speak about how awesome I am (which I am of course not, but which every not awesome person must testify on a job interview), or – not being able to speak about anything –… I guess these exhaust the concept of being myself. I won't be a secretary at Boros és Fiai Ltd.
Drága Uram! Tudom, hogy félelmes és csodálatos módon alkottál ilyen különlegesre…
És igazán értékelem ezt, de kérlek, add, hogy holnap egy kicsit kevésbé
Csak álmodom, ez nem a valóság. Nem fogok sírni… Nem sírok!!!…
Oké, melyik részét nem értetted?!