Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
I had a sudden trancelike state at work today in which I imagined myself standing up from my desk, grabbing a bus to Union Station, taking the first train I could find to New York City, walking to the office building at 1180 Avenue of the Americas, standing in the lobby of whatever space News and Guts maintains there, asking to speak to Dan Rather, and saying:
“I know you aren’t hiring and even if you were I have no reason to believe you’d hire me. I have no relevant journalistic experience. I have no credentials and no particular skill for gaining access or unearthing sources. I write a lot, I listen a lot, and I have a keen eye to analyze patterns and narratives. I’m turning 40 this year and I have a small child I’m trying to raise to believe that science, art, compassion, and truth are still things he will be able to find in this country when he’s older. And if you’ll have me, I want to be put to work. Sir.”
I dunno. What do other people daydream about at work?