Question to the Cosmos

I’ve asked the cosmos this question many times before, but no more does it apply now.

What… the… fuck… is… your… problem…???

A while ago, I mentioned something about not getting a job that I had an interview for. Well, a mere two seconds prior to me printing out my application for a job in Japan, I receive a phone call from the chair of the interview panel for that job.

It turns out that the guy who got the job doesn't want it, so now they have to give it to number two.

Me.

I’ve spent the last 5 years being treated like number two, so I’m used to it.

But her timing was impeccable. Almost uncanny at how my phone rang just as my mouse was loitering over that little printer icon in MS Word.

To put it bluntly, I would be an idiot to turn this job down. It’s permanent. It’s at the pay rate I want at the moment… and it’s in a field that I enjoyed working in previously.

But… the question still stands. WTFIYP?

It’s a conspiracy, I tells ya. Yep. You heard me.

I’m comforted by the idea that some ethereal force is out there, screwing with my life, as opposed to a sequence of random events that coincidentally occurred during a certain phase of my day.

It’s easier to blame someone for your headfuck, than to blame circumstances.

Besides, I like the idea that when I die, my spirit can walk up to the jerk that has his fingers on my strings and punch him in the mouth. At least then I have something to look forward to in death.