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Sometimes there's nothing to do but look at pelicans...
Job-wise, I am standing in a long corridor with many doors. Sometimes they open when I knock ~ sometimes someone is there to greet me, other times not... Sometimes I get a good look at what seems a nice place to stay, sometimes I only take a quick glance at the poor furniture & carpet. But one way or another, the door closes, or is closed. Down the hall another door looks promising... I go, I knock... I wait...
At the end of the corridor is a window. I never seem to get any closer to it though...
Job-wise, I am standing in a long corridor with many doors. Sometimes they open when I knock ~ sometimes someone is there to greet me, other times not... Sometimes I get a good look at what seems a nice place to stay, sometimes I only take a quick glance at the poor furniture & carpet. But one way or another, the door closes, or is closed. Down the hall another door looks promising... I go, I knock... I wait...
At the end of the corridor is a window. I never seem to get any closer to it though...
