Everything is a job interview

 

You may not give a fuck about the job

You may already be NAILING all the requirements, having it IN THE BAG

But the other party has something to offer to you, either way

 

And that’s life

The entire world has something to offer to you

LIFE has something to offer to you

While you walk oblivious to this unending process going on,

this unending transaction, unending AUCTION

thinking you “got a break”

 

And of course only when you actually care about the job, do you suddenly remember,

-you were supposed to be competent

-you were supposed to be presentable

-you were supposed to be respectful

-you were supposed to be friendly

-you were supposed to be impressive too

-and you were supposed to be a fucking winner,

 

….since what is winning? You came here to win the fucking job. To win bread. To win the riches. To win a career.

If you have a goal — you want to win.

If you want to win — that means you want to be a fucking winner

 

You have done it at least once, you have won before

And then you think you “caught a break”,

how could you catch a break?

Is there a moment where LESS is better than MORE?

Is there a moment where it doesn’t make sense to continue winning?

 

You can of course change the kind of winning that interests you

But you never just decide: FUCK this life, enough winning

That just means death

 

Everything in your life has been you having some GOAL — then acquiring it, WINNING:

-learning to walk

-learning to talk

-learning to play

-learning to count

-learning to read

-making friends

-making things

-making money

-making love

…

giving up any of that for free is just one step closer to DEATH

 

Everything is a job interview

At all times life gives you challenges — which are opportunities

You answer them or not

When you have your “important job interview” — you learn the meaning of “showing up”

If the rest of the time you’re letting up, you’re taking a break — then you’re just a loser,

You say: “I lived enough. Now I’ll just linger, half-dead. I may show up to the next job interview”

You say: “Fuck winning. Fuck getting what I like. Fuck getting what would be cool to get. Fuck experiencing what life has to offer, fuck investigating existence. Fuck being a valuable human being. Right now I’m a half-dead nobody”

 

I do not understand it

I think this is an error of logic

And a failure of being

You being unintelligent, about this precious life

Or you’re sick, you’re already so dead, so tired and useless, that you gave up

 

The least you can do now is confront it

And during your next job interview — maybe try showing up for a little longer, for a little more