The Republic of Awesome

So this morning I went for the NOC interview round two.

Also known as Super Hantam Interview Time (S.H.I.T).

Because, as the name implies, you will kena hantam nicely. The interviewers will find your weakest point and grill you about it until you crack and crawl out of the interview room like a puddle of expired vodka jell-o.

Unless you’re as awesome as me and you just outright refuse to.

You outright refuse to because you have suited up, and when suited up, you are so awesome nothing can possibly faze you. Not even the end of the freakin’ world because you’d just haul your ass on the meteor hurtling towards Earth and surf it like a cowabunga board.

Being suited up grants player +5 Invincibility.

No you turn around and talk about Steve Jobs. Even though you don’t own a single goddamn piece of Apple equipment. But that doesn’t matter because you’ve read Job’s biography like a dozen times.

Read it because you realise that there’s a lot of Steve Jobs in you. The early Steve Jobs that is, and the parts that made him a bit of a jerk. That tenacity, that unbridled need to have things your way, that fickleness and perfectionistic torture you put your employees through.

Maybe, just maybe, it means you have it in you somewhere to become an entrepreneur.

And maybe you will. Only to get your ass fired from the very company you founded because you are such a supermassive asshole.

I relate to the 30-years-ago version of this dude.

Maybe, But we will have to see.

If I managed to make the cut, I’m sending a Thank You note to Mr. Jobs.

It’s the least I can do for showing me that yes, the stubborn, tenacious, visionary of a man can ultimately make a dent in the universe.