Jobs

I've had lots of interviews in the past two weeks only one of which was for a job that I actually want. I have had my human rights interview; it went very well, they just loved me, especially my wiritngs and the sob story of my oppressed childhood, BUT...There is already an unnoficial "but," and while waiting for the official one (which won't come for another week at least) I convinced myself that I don't really want to work for them anyway and I can see all that is wrong with this high-profile international NGO world. Rejection (or the idea of rejection) has this effect on me: it does not increase my desire for things that I can't have, rather it alienates me from them. (I am aware that this is a self-defense mechanism, but it is healthier than becoming desperate and depressed.) On the upside, the law firms don't seem as bad as a temporary solution now...(God knows they might reject me - then I can hate them again freely!!!)

Some people have much more interesting job problems. At a party last night I met a Hungarian guy who works as a "go-go boy" or stripper. I was taken aback; somehow I always thought that the stereotype of the eastern European who comes to the west and ends up stripping only applied to girls. The guy was ok cute, with short hair and a short body-builder physique, but I certainly didn't have fantasies of slipping one-dollar-bills in his thong while he is giving me a lapdance... He only told me about the birthday and bachelorette parties, but one of his friends told me in confidence that the best tips came from the gay customers, of course. I guess it's less hard work and more money than waiting tables. The guy said it's tough here and he wants to go back to Europe, maybe London. He asked me if bachelorette parties were big over there, so I taught him that in England these are still called (in a somewhat un-PC way) "hen nights."