Went for the interview today...

Well I guess it was not as traumatic as I had envisioned it to be. I had expected to have my puny ego pan-seared by some crusty old prune from Oxford. Would there be anything left of me after some demonic Provost concludes his intense interrogation? Would my intellect be dissected and char-grilled? Would my pride be whipped into creme brulee?

Fortunately, no.

My interviewer was the young, charming and attractive Dr. Katrina G. She made me feel at ease the moment I entered the interview room. Her smile was feminine and pristine. Her manner, demure yet intellectual. Her eyes seemed to be having a playful conversation with my heart. There was something intense and untameable in her striking Nordic features...In her past life, she was probably a Russian Tzarina who revelled in riding across the vast steppes....On a wild black stallion, I am sure.

Anyway, the interview component was rather ho-hum...some stuff about some obscure act in the US that prohibits people from possessing imitation firearms....Some wacko robbed his ex-employer with his fingers stuck into his zipped-up jacket and the court was deciding whether to charge him for that...Those who oppose claim that he can't be charged because a finger is not an imitation weapon....

I say! "whatever la...."

When you've got a Russian Tzarina in the same room as you, you probably won't think so much about wackos with childish tendencies.