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August 14, 2012

job interview


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This was the interview I gave this week -- and no, I didn't get the job...

All the best,

Nannette Eaton

Posted by: Wine Harlots at August 14, 2012 3:31 PM

LOVE the show but the audio and the video never seem to sync up for me. Is that just me?

Posted by: Amy at August 14, 2012 10:55 PM

I'm having the same audio sync issues.
I'm using chrome and it seems to happen even if I'm directly on youtube. Not sure if it's specific to Ze's videos , but I don't seem to have the problem in any other videos. Also I noticed the problem is when I'm using Chrome (using Internet Explorer it seems fine). It might be related to the flash plugin that's inside of chrome.

Posted by: Szymon at August 15, 2012 1:14 PM

Brilliant.

Posted by: Aaron at September 2, 2012 7:01 PM

I am going to perform this as a skit in a show, so I had to type it all up. I thought this might come in handy for someone:

Interviewer - (Picks up piece of paper)

Ze - Please... put the paper down. That’s just a ticket I forged to get in here. Look at me, look at my hair, look at my eyes. The chip in my teeth. Look at the miracle of both of us sitting here. Look at this momentary collection of molecules jammed together for a short time and somehow we’ve met. Right here in this room! Isn’t that amazing? We’re similar, you know? Both of us wearing clothes to hide our nakedness, both of us pretending that there’s fewer choices to make in life than there really are, both of us deciding to spend the few precious moments that we have in life here in this room under these fluorescent lights together? Right?

Interviewer - (Pauses, confused) Alright. So why do you want this job?

Ze - Why do I want this job. Wonderful. I remember when I was in elementary school and the teacher chose the boy next to me for eraser duty. I remember him walking up to the front of the class and banging the erasers together in that cloud of chalk while the rest of us got ready. And I remember wishing that I was that boy, wishing that I had something to do. I wish I had something to call myself. Even something so trivial, at least it has a name. And this is sort of like that. I mean, it’s not erasers, but it’s just as trivial, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. I mean a bee on a flower is trivial, but look at it. It’s amazing! But it is trivial. Photoshop and excel, banging my fingers on keys like I was in a movie about someone banging their fingers on keys. But when someone asks me what I do, I will have the words to satisfy them. And maybe I’ll feel like I thought that eraser boy did.

Interviewer - Why are you the best person for this job?

Ze - Wow. That makes me sad, or overwhelmed, or something like that. That you could even think that I could be the best at something. Thank you. I just want to love my job, you know? Not the first parts of love, where the whole world sparkles and you tear at each other’s skin trying to get closer. And there’s a sickness of realizing that you can’t fully occupy each other. I mean I’ll have that too, you have free pretzels and M&M’s, but that’s not what I mean. I wanna love my job with that slow, assured love, that feels serious and sacrificial. I wanna feel like I have to work to keep it interested in me. To find little presents to give it once in a while. To see it through crappy times. To realize that there’s other people in the world out there too. That it has options. That I have to do my best. And if I don’t, I have to know when it’s time to leave. Like Mary-Poppins left when the wind changed. I have to find my wind.

Interviewer - What are your goals for the next five years?

Ze - Five years... Imagine that. You know, once I had this dream about the unknown, and I imagined that the unknown was this giant snowy plain that extended in every direction, that was just at the tip of my nose. Sort of like a snow globe when you shake it all up. And I was constantly moving into it. And as I moved into the unknown a moment would crystalize into reality, into the present, and all of the other moments that could have been, all of the possibilities for moments would disappear into a blue cloud of smoke, but that moment would remain, and it was terrifyingly perfect in high-definition. And I had this sudden feeling that every day, regardless of what happens, is the perfect day because despite all of the other days that that day could have been that one happened, that one became real. So in five years, I kinda wanna know what that dream was about. It feels like a clue.

Interviewer - EHUHHHH

Posted by: Jason at October 21, 2012 5:01 PM

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