To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

"How was your job interview, Jon?"
"Heh."


—Are you technical?
—In what way?
—Do you know what "sequel" is?
—Uhh…

"He explains what 'sequel' is, and I realize that 'sequel' is SQL, which I have always read as 'ess-cue-ell.' I know what SQL is, but don't bother clarifying that I do, fearing that I might look dim for knowing it as 'S-Q-L.'"


—We're not gonna hire you as our office administrator, but we may use you as an intern. Are you on Facebook?
—Yes.
—I want you to log in on my laptop and complete a copy editing test.

"He exits the room to fetch his laptop, and I pull out my laptop because I just changed my Facebook password for security and can't recall it yet by memory. It's a randomly-generated 22-character password. As I'm transcribing it onto the palm of my left hand, he re-enters the room."

—I just changed my password and…
[pause]


"The test is to edit some Engrish copy on a Korean company's web site. I finish and click 'submit' and am notified that I need to add more words to my edit. It's too edited. Before I can un-edit it some, however, Firefox crashes, and he re-enters the room soon after."

—All right. Let's see what you did.
—Erm… The browser crashed before I could save my edit.
—I'll find it.

"He doesn't,"

—I can recite to you…

"and brusquely escorts me out of the office."

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