...took it by the throat, squeezed hard. till all that could escape was an exasperated gasp. a rather bored one too.
till all that anyone could think of was the job they didn't get, they money they aren't going to make. the future that is so terribly uncertain.
i can't help but feel slightly responsible... for building up a bubble around them within which all that mattered were tangible things like offer letters, stipends and compensations...
and they love me for it... for pretending to lend their lives some direction. for smiling and being patient and helpful and encouraging... and inexhaustibly so.
we all need a vacation from ourselves and our respective sad situations. me more so than anyone else.
if only i didn't enjoy it quite so much. if only i didn't feel quite so important and indispensable.
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it is indeed cruel how life and circumstance have allowed me to play God with the lives (specifically: careers) of so many innocent, unsuspecting souls.
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i wish i were as crafty and manipulative as some give me credit for. that i had half a brain to do all the nasty things I've been accused of. all the evil plotting, planning and general 'sabotage-ing'.
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to sleep.. per chance to dream.
no no... a deep, dreamless sleep.
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it is pretty amazing what people think the placement cell gets up to
yup.. i hear new and improved rumours everyday. latest word on the street is that i have 1) been embezzling pcell funds 2) using my "influence" and "charm" to secure good jobs for all my friends 3) sabotaging the prospects of worthy candidates by deleting their cvs... the list is endless
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