“I am a bundle of contradictions wrapped in a tiny frame, with a heart too small to accommodate all my wildest dreams and an appetite too big for my tiny frame. I’m a proud tree hugger, a hopeful realist, a silent rebel and an aspiring writer-editor. My best friend says I am too fast, too furious and too unpredictable. I hate her guts but secretly think she might be right.”
Did I really write that for a job application?
Oh yes I did. Sweet.
“The branch here, you see? The big one piercing right through the middle of the umbrella, this is the root…” He indicated with his pen on the monitor screen, pointing at the 3D diagram which is suppose to be a representation of the state space transitions, but looks suspiciously to me like a certain male reproductive organ.
“And the two spheres attached to the main root, they indicate the termination of the transitions. After which no…” I have no idea what the end to that sentence is because the diagram is way too… vivid to be taken seriously. I stared at the tree-like figure, with branches of penises (pardon the crudeness of my language, but it is not everyday that you get to use the plural form of that noun :P) sticking out from everywhere, trying very hard to not let my imagination wander away.
With a straight face the scientist persists “… the size of the spheres and the length of the branch is a reliable way for the user to gauge the expected performance of the system, essentially they should be symmetrical, or else you can be sure that something is wrong, somewhere” And then he winked at me.
My career cannot get any better than this. 
Her: Tell me a joke. Ask me something.
Him: The snail is driving a car with a big ‘S’ on it, why?
Her: Easy. Because the snail is Slow!
Him: Nope. Because the snail wants to see the *Esss-Car-Go
I laughed and looked at him, bewildered and amused. Perhaps you’d understand my amazement if you knew that just seconds ago we were talking about having *Escargot for dinner.
Laughter is the food for soul, so they say. Or was it love? I forgot. But that night, I had both. Served with lemon toppings and velvet ribbons, no less.
In the commencement of life,we set no bounds to our inclinations, nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them. We have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag. And it seems that we can go on so forever.
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