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Felt like posting the wip of a book I felt like making @ the time obviously dont be a dumbass and try to steal it this is coming from my brainwaves not urs moron.
(THE BOOK STARTS????)
Steak. Of course it was steak. Because god-fucking-forbid they serve anything else at an interview dinner, I mean Steak? Why not like Mcdonalds? Not formal my ass I would die for Mcflurry not some wine imported from Italy in a Restaurant that might have well been made of glass. And the company wouldn’t have to pay $700 for an employee who might not even join them, flexing their richness thats what it was, That was the only reasonable explanation following this stupid tradition of a Steak dinner in some Restaurant made of glass.
Its not like this Steak would do me any good when i’m drilling through 500 pages of some corporate document on a twelve hour shift in some cubicle hunched over a computer that looked like it had come out of the 90’s.
Or at least thats what all those animated shorts I watch nonstop on my moms basement couch told me (I didn’t actually live in my moms basement but it sounds so much cooler and “im a loner” at least thats what I would like to think maybe this makes you feel like im some kind of thirty-year-old weirdo who lives in his moms basement watching disney shorts but who knows). Overhead the speakers (or maybe it was an orchestra near the front? This glass restaurant was crowded for a posh place, maybe they should rethink their layout?) playing classical music, of course, the unspoken law of Job interviews part two required the exact scenario I was living: A restaurant of glass a circular velvet covered table with a plate equally made of glass with a large steak I wasn’t expected to actually eat with several knives and forks on the side of it (and of course either mashed potatoes or green peas on the side) then a glass of red wine in front of me with some classical music playing in the background and me and the man in front of me wearing crisp black suits to match the presumable crisp autumn air, because all posh meeting indoors had to be in late fall or early winter, of course no Mcflurries in summer was allowed.
Just a glass restaurant with equally glass men.
Finally the glass man in front of me spoke each word he spoke sparking a shard into his food, “So your thinking about a position in our coding network?” I looked at him his fingers laid still in his lap making slight scrhh noises when he moved them his entire body was glass staring back at me, “Yes.” My simple response set off multiple shards that landed into him, “Why are you considering this position?”, I cleared my throat and felt sand rise through it preparing to form into more glass “Well I went to college for almost twelve years studying game code and find myself in need of money and a stable income as well as a safe building to work in” I took a bite out of my steak, “Your building seems like a perfect place to preform all of those opportunities sir.” He nodded, more scrhh noises as he creaked his head forward. It was earsplitting but I had to sit through it in this glass restaurant with this glass man in a suit covering his glass body. “You do seem to have the qualifying education in your resume. Have you ever built a game before?”
Shards flew the air with every word and an occasional fleck of sand.
“Yes as a part of my last year of college I built a simple game in 16-bit pixels with Java.” The glass man nodded, “Eat, we can continue this conversation in a few minutes.” I nodded and decided to focus on the steak, it wasn’t made of glass, probably because it was dead.
Or it wasn’t man-made at first.
didn't feel like adding a cover image lmao DM me if you want your cover 2 be featured or smth idk 🤯🤯🤯🤯
(THE BOOK STARTS????)
Steak. Of course it was steak. Because god-fucking-forbid they serve anything else at an interview dinner, I mean Steak? Why not like Mcdonalds? Not formal my ass I would die for Mcflurry not some wine imported from Italy in a Restaurant that might have well been made of glass. And the company wouldn’t have to pay $700 for an employee who might not even join them, flexing their richness thats what it was, That was the only reasonable explanation following this stupid tradition of a Steak dinner in some Restaurant made of glass.
Its not like this Steak would do me any good when i’m drilling through 500 pages of some corporate document on a twelve hour shift in some cubicle hunched over a computer that looked like it had come out of the 90’s.
Or at least thats what all those animated shorts I watch nonstop on my moms basement couch told me (I didn’t actually live in my moms basement but it sounds so much cooler and “im a loner” at least thats what I would like to think maybe this makes you feel like im some kind of thirty-year-old weirdo who lives in his moms basement watching disney shorts but who knows). Overhead the speakers (or maybe it was an orchestra near the front? This glass restaurant was crowded for a posh place, maybe they should rethink their layout?) playing classical music, of course, the unspoken law of Job interviews part two required the exact scenario I was living: A restaurant of glass a circular velvet covered table with a plate equally made of glass with a large steak I wasn’t expected to actually eat with several knives and forks on the side of it (and of course either mashed potatoes or green peas on the side) then a glass of red wine in front of me with some classical music playing in the background and me and the man in front of me wearing crisp black suits to match the presumable crisp autumn air, because all posh meeting indoors had to be in late fall or early winter, of course no Mcflurries in summer was allowed.
Just a glass restaurant with equally glass men.
Finally the glass man in front of me spoke each word he spoke sparking a shard into his food, “So your thinking about a position in our coding network?” I looked at him his fingers laid still in his lap making slight scrhh noises when he moved them his entire body was glass staring back at me, “Yes.” My simple response set off multiple shards that landed into him, “Why are you considering this position?”, I cleared my throat and felt sand rise through it preparing to form into more glass “Well I went to college for almost twelve years studying game code and find myself in need of money and a stable income as well as a safe building to work in” I took a bite out of my steak, “Your building seems like a perfect place to preform all of those opportunities sir.” He nodded, more scrhh noises as he creaked his head forward. It was earsplitting but I had to sit through it in this glass restaurant with this glass man in a suit covering his glass body. “You do seem to have the qualifying education in your resume. Have you ever built a game before?”
Shards flew the air with every word and an occasional fleck of sand.
“Yes as a part of my last year of college I built a simple game in 16-bit pixels with Java.” The glass man nodded, “Eat, we can continue this conversation in a few minutes.” I nodded and decided to focus on the steak, it wasn’t made of glass, probably because it was dead.
Or it wasn’t man-made at first.
didn't feel like adding a cover image lmao DM me if you want your cover 2 be featured or smth idk 🤯🤯🤯🤯
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