So, there is no way to know if my portion of knowledge is large enough in comparison to my portion of ignorance until I test it. I can only test it by asking the people how they see it. Submitting myself for an evaluation, an interview.
Do I know how much electrical juice is required for your standard city block? No. Would I know what the proper or reasonable fee for laying down a fresh sidewalk would be? No. Do I know how to conduct a public engagement event? Not precisely.
But I do know how to figure it out. One question at a time, I can figure it out. When not being pressed into service hauling paper to the trash, I would probably have time to suss out answers to the questions that seem so oblique.
This will be another failed effort, but nevertheless, I find myself making an exorbitant list of things I would buy or improve or treat myself to or take care of were I to get this job. I am sitting here, watching Poldark on mute, and daydreaming about corsets and pink hair and things altogether incompatible with a city job where everyone’s got a judgment on how you behave. Still. I could travel. I could travel! I could get myself back up to par. I could spend money on healthy food. I could, maybe, I don’t know, date or something. I could find the werewithal to remove all of the equivocation from that statement.
I could be deluding myself. I find that happens a lot these days.
Stability. I could just feel stable.
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