Perhaps it's my magnetic personality

[vvvexation]

On my way to today's job interview, I found a BB on the sidewalk and picked it up for luck; on the way back from the interview, I came upon first a washer and later a nail lying underfoot. No sooner had I thought to myself that this seemed to be a day for finding odd bits of metal, than I spotted a paper clip and a pop-top ring in the next ten feet. Except for the pop-top ring, these are not things that I see on sidewalks all that often.

The next block yielded another pop-top ring and another paper clip; at this point I decided to stop picking them up, but almost went back on this decision when I came to a broken hair clip and still later a screw. I had fun redistributing the items I had collected, though: the washer is now balanced on top of a railing, the pop-top ring paper-clipped to a chain link fence, and the nail sticking out of the pocket of a pair of jeans being worn by a rather creepy torso-less mannequin outside a small store. The BB is still in my pocket, though; I never did find what seemed like a good place for it, though now that I think about it, it might've rested nicely on top of the washer.

(kaidevis, you're a bad influence. Or a good influence. Or something.)

Comments

[mactavish.livejournal.com]

You're very weird. :)

Was there luck?

[vvvexation.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I felt I was doing quite well during the interview, but the interviewer's parting words included something like "I hope you find your place in life"--or "your calling," or something like that--we'd touched on the subject of my Future Plans and how nebulous they were at the moment--but for a second I thought she was going to say "I hope you find a job," meaning that I wasn't going to get one with her, and I'm still not sure she didn't in fact mean that. Eep.