Hey to both of my readers and that other feller wit’ the nice smile,
As you know, interviewin’. Miss Mari put The Question to me: Who? An’ that’s when I had ter wish I had a thinkin’ cap ‘cept there happens to be a type of beetles livin’ in my hair what likes the sunshine, so I have ter do it the ‘nother way.
As it happens, I wuz standin’ in the swamp pullin’ out last year’s unused crop of good eatin’ weeds, an the Landlord walked by and inquired inter my health.
“I see you standing neck deep in the swamp, and nothing is on fire. Is it laundry day? Are you using the Deep Mud as medicine again? You okay?”
Well one, beetles, can’t go deeper than neck deep, and next, I told him I was a bit stuck on the Who question, about the interviewin’, and thanks for the interview place.
He says I’m welcome for the interviewin’ place, cuz it felt like a grid-wide need anyways glad to help. And he had sum ideas on one person to be interviewin’, a fella he knew. And he would place inquiries (quotin’ straight up I tell ya”) with Mari (Tha’s Miss Mari,
the Grid Owner. The Landlord strikes me as a bit too casual throwin’ out the big names like he’s someone or sumthin’) about a connection she may have.
So’s the Landlord wus thinkin’ maybe we should be mocking these interviews, to get ‘em real good afore Miss Mari asked people to show up, sort of thing.
I made a list o’ questionin’ and we mocked it out.
It were kind of like a starin’ contest, really, I would ask my questions and they would stare at me. The Landlord, when he ain’t whining he’s pretty quiet and good at staring, I’ll tell you what, he should try the Security jobs I had. Good starin’ is a metric key, or somethin’, like a total baseline necessities.
Pardon my tangenshial surge, I wuz missin’ the steady work, me and my best friend staring at people. But there was more than that, can’t recall xactly the other thing.
Fixin’ the interviewin’ questions is my short-term goal, one of them mentioned. Prolly that Landlord, wasn’t the whining tone he normal adopts, but sorta. Good idea though.
Madame B.: Where are ya? Tha’s the one I want The Answer.