weekend has almost past, in about seven hours I will collapse into the bed, and hopefully know nothing until I wake up and it’s Monday, and then there’s potential for news again. People actually show up for work again. It isn’t a holiday (Though apparently the Monday after Easter IS?! FFS, people love their holidays eh?)
so first thing, that interview I went on last Thursday, there’s potential to get news back on that, positive or negative, I’m leaning positive, they need people bad and it seemed like they liked me. Of course I can be wrong.
There are also a lot of other jobs I have lines out on, might hear back on.
but mostly it’s about that interview, that’s more real than a nebulous application out in the ether of the space of jobs that may or may not be interested. They actually took the time to talk to me, took the effort. Effort counts for something.
Or perhaps it doesn’t. Fata morgana, all is illusion, and maybe it’s all fog and fantasy. But there might be giants. Do I own that movie? I should. It’s a movie you know, where a former judge thinks he’s Sherlock Holmes, sort of a mashup of Sherlock and Don Quixote, the Man of La Manche
and then I remember that I’m over educated as hell, and most people don’t know the story. May I tell you the story? I’m going to.
It’s about this spanish land owner who grows old and sad, reading many books, sadder and sadder and wearier with the state of the world until his mind breaks, and he supposes himself a knight. He asks his poor neighbor Sancho Panza to be his squire, and they take a few plow horses to be their mounts. They go out in search of noble deeds to perform. Almost immediately he runs into a windmill, but he doesn’t see a windmill, he sees an evil giant (hence They Might be Giants), he injures himself fighting it, so he seeks out what he believes to be a nearby castle, but Sancho Panza confirms to be an inn. He mistakes the kitchen wench Aldonza for a fair maiden Dulzinea.
Anyway the whole thing ends sadly as he ends up taking to his bed with illness and dying, and those around him realize his noble vision made life more bareable.
anyway, I named my truck Dulcinea, especially because of this song, we have this argument often, she insists she is Aldonza
and of course, I don’t deny that I am a foolish old man
Anyway, I’m rewatching the movie of this as well, strong themes of madness being kinder than the sad state of the world, I recommend it to anyone suffering as most of us do. These themes seems to transcend time.