Hearing The Wrong Discussion
Or the right.
Don’t say everything you think. Keep some thoughts to yourself. You’ll never know who’s sitting next you.
I might cost you a job, a chance to start something new, and at worst, you’ll continue doing that and no one will tell you shut up. And I hope someone does.
It goes like this: we had interviews for job applicants earlier this week. The office was flooding with people in the hall ways, walking around or sitting and waiting for their turn. Here and there I could hear distant murmur, while packing up my last tasks of the day.
I left the office at nightfall, since the darkness still arrives pretty early this time of year, and headed to the train stop to commute to home.
I saw a group of young women (or, girls, if you prefer) standing there, waiting for the train, too.

Mareen Fischinger’s self-portrait.


