on SUSHI

February 17th
I am starting to feel a little tapped out. This project is hard!

On SUSHI
David looked at his plate of sushi in horror. There were 27 pieces of sushi on his plate, and if he was going to ace this interview, he was going to have to eat all of them.
“I just love sushi, don’t you?” asked his interviewer. David put on a smile that he hoped looked authentic. His interviewer was tall and thin, balding with tufts of hair on either side of his head. His eyes were close together and translucent blue, and his lips were floppy.
“Sometimes, I get some sushi on my way home, and eat it in front of the TV. It just hits the spot, you know?” smiled the man. David could tell that this is the sort of person who didn’t understand why different people had different tastes. And David and the interviewer had very different tastes.
When the man had called his house, earlier that day, he had explained to David that he just finished listening to the Dixie Chicks. David thought he would just let that go, but the interviewer asked him directly what he thought of the Dixie chicks. David was honest.
“I don’t… really… like them,” he excreted.
“Why not?” asked the man, in a voice that was barking and nasal. “They’re fantastic! And they’re big against censorship! Did you hear that song, Not Ready To Make Nice?”
“Yup,” David replied.
“That song almost singlehandedly brought down the Bush administration!” claimed the man.
David wanted to say, “I don’t think that’s true,” but he refrained. He had a feeling that this man encountered a lot of people biting their tongues.
David wished he wasn’t this desperate to get a job. He already knew this wouldn’t be a good job. David had seen this ad in the newspaper in the careers section, and was surprised to see something that he was qualified for, especially in these Turbulent Economic Times. David had graduated recently with a Masters in communication and a distaste for academia. He didn’t like how, the longer he remained in school, the more specific and irrelevant his studies became. He went home and moved in with his parents, who were nice people, but also a bit irrelevant. David hated how the word irrelevant came to mind to describe everything that he was thinking of. He was a bit lost as to what he thought was relevant in the first place.
“You better eat those up! I’ve got hungry chopsticks!” said the man, eyes bugging out, snaping his chopsticks together.
David stabbed a California roll and put it in his mouth, and mushed it against the top of his mouth. “Thanks for lunch,” he said, trying to move the roll to the side of his mouth with his tongue.
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” smiled the man, “I don’t think I’m supposed to say this in an interview, but I think you’re in! I can just tell.”
David became suspicious. He had done nothing to indicate any aptitude for any kind of job.
“What does the job entail exactly?” he asked.