: About Me

The Interview There were three interviewers. One was a woman. Her blouse was white and well filled. The buttons showed signs of strain. Her skirt creased when she sat. It was of good quality and able to resist the physical demands made upon it. The man on the right had a world-weary visage. He had a Karl Malden nose. The man in the middle was the decider. "So why did you leave Alice Springs?" I would have thought the answer was bleeding obvious. I racked my brain to think of a plausible answer. "It was too hot". I said, feebly. It was true. After a while, the heat gets to you, that and the...