It's a tired, maudlin, over-wrought, and cranky kinda day
I came to NY with one thought in mind.
I gave myself a mission.
Every day I woke up and dragged my ass to the office and made the case for bringing our science to high schools. It's a tough sell. Frankly, I don't even know if it would help. But I figure it's worth a try.
I got to make an appeal to the corporate muckity mucks. I had animations in my presentation. I had audience participation. I hopped around. I preyed upon their emotions. I made my impassioned appeal. I quoted Zemblan. I was shameless. I was out to win hearts and minds. I wanted them to sign on the dotted line then and there.
I did okay. That presentation got me a job here. And all that entails - salary, medical benefits, discounted gym memberships, the chance to extend my visit to NYC.
I took it. It's an opportunity. And my new boss is the coolest person ever. But in taking this job, I lose my mission.
And, I cannot help but think that I have gained the world and lost my soul.