Yesterday I had a job interview. The job itself was pretty interesting, though a bit of a lateral/slightly downward move. But that doesn't matter since I totally made a balls of the interview. I'm shit at interviews at the best of times, but this was bad. Five minutes in and I was a sweating, stammering nervous wreck, my carefully practiced answers turning to lead on my tongue. I was lost. I fared no better at the subsequent written portion. Basically, I shit the bed.
But, lo!, though the Lord taketh away, he also giveth. Last night, my indoor soccer team won its second game of the season and I scored my first goal of the year. It was a beauty, too: a quick first-timer from the middle of the box right into the top corner. This is awesome because the only other goals I've scored in my soccer career have been garbage; easy tap-ins into open cages, that sort of thing. It felt good to get a real goal and help the team win. See, as a kid, I never got to play sports. I wasn't that interested and my family wasn't big on the whole "encouraging kids to try different things to help them become well-rounded individuals" thing. Presumably, that was the TV's job. I didn't complain at the time, but as I've grown up, I can see I missed out on some of the social and character-building that team sports can provide. Like sportsmanship (I am the worst sport ever). So it's kind of nice to experience a bit of what I missed, even if it is a bit late.
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