Be the Serpent
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under’t.
—Macbeth I.v
I hadn’t been on a job interview in fifteen years. I counted myself among those who had come out of college, joined a firm, and worked my butt off to ascend to my level of incompetence. I was raised in a traditional family. My father went to work every day of his working life at the same company and had risen from a wiper on a fishing vessel to dock foreman. He’d retired with a pension and was rewarded for his many years of service. And when he died the next year, he left my mother with a modest but comfortable nest egg that ensured her security for the rest of her life. It was the American ideal.
Well, the dying part sucked…
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