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have been called into action. My name is Jeff Kay, and I’m an Ugly American living
on the cusp of a mid-life crisis, near Scranton, PA. And I’m here to serve, baby.

The State of My Fat Ass
A journal of sorts, updated every once in a while.

Another trash day tragedy

May 14, 2007

-- Following the four-hour job interview I lived-through on Thursday, I was told there wouldn’t be a third go-‘round, and I’d hear from them one way or the other within a week.

So, needless to say, they called me the following day and set up a third interview for Monday morning.

I was convinced they were going to make me an offer today, but it didn’t happen. It was yet another interview, this time with the president of the company, and the vice president. And they were mildly argumentative.

The prez had an obvious (manufactured?) problem with the fact I worked for a large corporation for so many years. He said people with such backgrounds are often “soft.” Big companies, he claims, are over-staffed, and the employees experience little to no real pressure. 

So I had to switch from selling myself to defending myself. I’d gone in there ready to fight about money, not discuss a prejudice of softness, and the whole thing was quite disorienting. Which, I’m sure, was part of the plan.

But, I didn’t let ‘em get under my skin. I stayed calm and answered their questions to the best of my ability. Again, I feel pretty confident about my performance. I’ve been around too long, and survived too many ball-busters, to get flustered easily.

As I said on Friday, we’ll just have to see how it goes. I’m supposed to know something tomorrow or Wednesday.

-- Sunshine & Mumbles are supposed to leave tomorrow. The weekend wasn’t easy, my friends, and I’ll get to it all in the coming days. I’m too drained to start down that bumpy road right now…. Stay tuned, though.

-- And I’m perfectly aware this is the lamest of lame updates (no need to email me about it), but it’s the best I can do under the circumstances. I hate to admit it, but I’m apparently not fully prepared for combat reporting.

I’ll just leave you now with a quick and fairly obvious question: what are the gayest rock songs of all time? The one that jumps immediately to my mind is “True” by Spandau Ballet. What are the others? 

Also, if you’d like to discuss gayest videos, this one by Billy Squier MUST be included. Wow. That shit is #7 on the How To Kill A Career Right Now checklist.

See ya tomorrow, with a real update. 
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