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Traveling from City A to City B you're told there's a layover in City C, and you think, no problem, because the layover in City C is not very long, not long at all; in fact, you think, it's nearly perfect as far as layovers are concerned, the layover not being so long as to be an obstacle to your incredibly important appointment in City B (hell, why call it an appointment, it's an interview, not just an interview, that's an injustice to the weight and import of the trip, because this interview is the opportunity to improve your entire existence: shorter commute, health insurance, shit, standard of life, not something that comes along very often, you think), yet the layover is also not too short, where you'll find yourself harried and harassed, rushed to find the terminal and gate for your connection to City B (this happened once in City F and good God it was a nightmare: the running, the sweat, the panic). However, once you land in City C and disembark amid the herd of weary travelers, you quickly find the information board, an enormous electronic chart blinking with times, arrivals, destinations, delays, gates, and of course cancellations, and your eyes race, not because your layover is short, you have time, but you want to find the gate, reach the gate, perhaps enjoy a coffee at the gate while you quiz yourself on the answers to the expected and not-so-expected questions that will inevitably arise during the interview in City B, also to rehearse the background questions: why you left position T, your short stint at position L, your performance reviews at position R, the references from Z, F, and D, and so on, a need to once more rehearse and try putting yourself in the best light, a chance to display your pragmatic attitude toward teamwork, goals, the ease and affinity you have for thinking critically, and the litany of questions that will no doubt arise regarding your attitude about the ethics of work, answers rehearsed over the past week while circling your studio apartment in City A, often pausing to correct a word or phrase, berating yourself about the tone of voice in which you speak, the tone, you feel,...