The job market is hard right now. Really hard. I could make “as hard as a” similes all day, it’s so hard. But I won’t, not because I don’t like referencing blood flow to certain organs in articles, but because that’s not what this article is about. Remain focused on the prize. That’s tip number one.
The most important thing to remember is that a job interview is like fighting a circus bear. You’re not gonna win, but if you put on a good enough show, you might be called back to get paid and punch a bear some more. How do you find people willing to let you punch their bears, when so many people are trying to punch bears and the bears seem to be dying constantly? First off, you tire of the bear metaphor. Second, you lie. And that’s where we’ll begin.
Only she knows where the treasure is buried.
7:00 AM: Hit the snooze button on specially designed alarm clock to stop Nelson Mandela’s screaming.
7:15 AM: Get angry over discovering “brown eggs” in her fridge.
7:30 AM: Knock on Marcus’ cabinet to see if he needs more water.
8:00 AM: Takes shower. Washes off remnants of reptile skin that didn’t flake during the night.
Fascination with or a sexual fantasy involving giants.
Examples: Girls over 5’6, Giganta, That one lady who married Flava Flav that one time.
How does the universe work, my friend? Are our lives determined by destiny or are we in complete control? The latter, you say? Good Attitude. I see you there, tongue on the floor as you engage that beast of a woman with your eyes. You’re shorter then she is, (you’re shorter than most girls. 8th grade proved problematic), but you’ve got the will power to stand on your toes and declare your love. I believe in you, Tiny, and I encourage you to put on your hiking boots with the 3 inches of rubber, and to wear your hair as high as possible, in your attempt to tame the Amazon and bring yourself home a monster.
Most people are familiar with some sort of bible, regardless of whether the people in that bible are white or Asian or reptiles or aliens. However, the employees of Hanna Barbera were more familiar with the Christian bible then anyone had any right to be. So familiar, that they had knowledge of a previously unreleased biblical chapter – one where Samson had become a sexually questionable teenager on a moped and Goliath had become a dog.
I don’t know how to draw cancer, but I imagine this is pretty close.
For those who don’t know, The Partridge Family was an early 70’s prime time show about a widowed mother who helps her five children out with a music career. The show lasted for four years. In all realism, a show like this should’ve lasted less than a single episode. It would’ve lasted thirty seconds.
Partridge Kids: “Hey, mom. I know you’re going through the deepest loneliness of your life, now that your prime comfort in life is dead. I’m sure your brain has spiraled into this hellish pit of nightmare dreams where Dad screams for you to follow him into the fog. How about that music thing?”
Shirley Partridge: “What the hell? No.”
When people think of Hanna Barbera, most cull up memories of Jonny Quest and Huckleberry Hound, The Flinstones and The Jetsons. These were shows that defined a generation, and still remain enjoyable today.
How about The Super Globetrotters? Or Samson and Goliath? Or Partridge Family 2200 AD? Or Hanna Barbera’s fascinating “revival” of Godzilla? Do you remember these? No? Good. And if you do, I’m sorry. The nurses will be coming in with your “stop the loud mind screams” pills in a bit.