IF YOU COULD BE ANY ANIMAL, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?
I stared at them dumfounded. This was something you asked your friends as a joke or to loosen people up at a dinner party, not something a hiring committee used to find a new potential employee. Why not ask me what books I would take to a deserted island? Sheesh.
I sighed heavily, knowing that this was not meant to be. “I know I should say something like I want to be a work horse, but honestly, I want to be a shark.”
The three ladies looked at me, their smiles sliding slowly into disapproving frowns. I had just admitted that I wanted to be a predator, and not just any predator, but the one most feared by humans. Who doesn’t step into the ocean and, at least for a brief second, think they’re going to be eaten? Who doesn’t read the summer shark-bite articles with enthusiasm, thinking they themselves had escaped such a fate? If you’ve seen JAWS, you fear sharks.
The ladies thanked me for my time and I was released back out into the world, jobless and a bit disappointed.
But, I’d meant it. Being a shark would be so cool. Sharks don’t sleep. They’re always on the move. They live in the ocean and travel miles and miles. I like all those things. I don’t want to fly or swing from branches, I want to swim and swim and swim. Okay, I’m not super interested in eating raw fish all the time, but I’d adjust. I like sushi. Plus, sharks are mysterious. We really don’t know much about them. Except that they cost us jobs. We know that much.
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