Columbia

So when I opened up my Physics text book, guess what the first page said?

We dedicate this book to the courageous astronauts who died on the space shuttle Columbia on February 1, 2003. The women and men of the international team lost their lives not in a contest between countries or a struggle for necessities but in advancing one of humankind's noblest creations - science.

Yeah, I had tears in my eyes. And no doubt in my mind as to my chosen occupation. I went for a job interview to be our director of marketings' assistant. I even got a second interview. I didn't get it, but that whole situation made me realize that I'm really not made out for corporate america. I think the sentence that made my director not chose me for the job was, "I always belive in giving people a second chance. If someone does something wrong, and they are told it is wrong they should get the chance to redo or make it up somehow. I guess that I believe that if we are open and honest with other people, they will do the right thing and be open and honest with us." That sentence of course does not apply to killers, child molesters or rapists, but you get the idea. I'm just too honest for a corporate job. Or as most people would say, naive. You really have to be a shark. You have to be willing to be on the lookout to document whomever is in your way so you can get them fired so that they are no longer in the way anymore. All of the questions that I was asked in the second interview that I had had nothing to do with what my job would have been. They had to do with who was doing what to whom, and who was smoking when they weren't supposed to be. It seemed like my boss was just looking for the ammo he needed to have an excuse to lay people off. Man, I really hate my job sometimes. On that note, I'm going to my real job: Physics 180 - YEAH BABY, YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!1