Interview musings

I forgot to give the jeepney driver my 12-peso fare. I was deep in thought the whole ride; swimming in reverie of would-be interview episodes. In my busy-ness of reconstructing my future, like an automaton I stepped off at the last jeepney stop in SM City Cebu.

Imagining myself in job interviews make me feel like a fortune. I can almost feel the glory of getting hired and staring a new job, especially now when I am very near quitting my current employment. I give myself challenging questions, I answer brightly and smugly.

Oh, if only job-hunting would be as easy as I have it my day-dreams, I would quit this politicking called store management and move on a new field I fancy.

It’s just a fantasy, whoa!

I have a worldly fantasy. A man to mindlessly pay for my shopping and surprise me with lovely new clothes and accessories. He may also take me to expensive dinners and holiday trips. Oh how lovely!
Of course, I believe in self-sufficience, but who doesn’t like guilt-free spend-free new clothes.
But I will never get princess treatment from anyone. No man will ever be too macho to beat the handyman in me.
And if he can’t do more carpentry than I can, less likely for him to spend for me.