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So there I was with my hand on the door handle about to enter the room for the most intriguing interview in my life. Do I need to rethink this move? Was I sure this could be the best new direction for my career? Did I even care if this was a ‘career move,’ rather than just that this company’s mission and business model feeds my passion for change? I’d been waiting for a message from them for 2 months after meeting a fascinating woman at the before-party launch event for the new cryptocurrency IffyCoin. It had been generating public controversy in the weeks leading up to the launch and has simply flown up the 0-->1 scale since then. And it’s not like she had promised me an interview, though she did encourage me twice to apply after hearing of my background and interests. There was something in the way she had said it that drew my curiosity. I wonder who else they are interviewing for this dynamic position? The opportunity to work both for this company and with her on this new project was just something I couldn’t let pass by, regardless of the unorthodox job description. So I just turned the handle and gave it a try!
Confident nerves steadied me as I opened the door and entered the room. “What on Earth was I getting myself into?” I thought, as the blindfold was removed. Then I saw them seated in front of me with a play clock and scoreboard on the table and took a seat in the open chair. She was there too as an observer in the corner behind the interviewers…
...But something was odd with the entire situation, although I couldn't really tell what it was. The scoreboard laying on the table was just the one I had imagined during all my preparations I did beforehand. The woman even wore the same feathered war bonnet as the day I first met her. A beautiful bonnet with black and white feathers. Some of the feathers even had a red tint on their tips that matched the ornate, red velvet around her forehead.
"What was I even thinking?" So much preparation went into this moment, yet I still couldn't keep my thoughts strait. I had to concentrate on what my grandmother told me to do. She herself had served a lifelong career in this business and taught me everything I had to know. "Fuck the guy with the pointy ears up, first." She always told me. She didn't seem to be very fond of the guy with the pointy ears. Although she promised that this would be my only way to success.
Suddenly the girl with the war bonnet started tapping with her fingers on her knee. I couldn't control my attention. My thoughts were flooded again with her beautiful bonnet. It was beautiful and the red tips matched the velvet perfectly...