Jon Stewart and Jill Clayburgh

In the middle of September I went in for my second interview, because Jill Clayburgh evidently liked me. This time I met Jon Stewart, complete with the worried rubbing of the forehead; in fact it was the rubbing of the forehead in conjunction with the worried look that led me to dub him Jon Stewart.

I could tell Jon was perplexed. Why did I want to work at the opera? Did I think it was going to be fun? What did I know about opera? At that point I would have told him pretty much anything to get a job. I told him that I was passionate if ignorant about opera, that I would do a great job, that I knew all about making travel arrangements, that I was accustomed to difficult personalities.

Profit

What would you do if you found out that you were hired as a result of a very qualified person being fired so that the director could hire his girlfriend? Doesn't the whole thing sound like scandalous fodder for a novel? HOw can I exploit this to my profitable advantage? That is what I need to do here.

I have learned some valuable lessons. Keep my mouth shut and observe. If somebody says something offensive, pretend as if I am surprised to know of the circumstance they refer to.