"What are your plans for this year?" That would be my boss talking. He looks at me expectantly.
The answer is obvious. The words flash in my mind, as if spelled out in neon light bulbs on the top of a store front window.
"Finish my novel."
Wrong answer. There's no way I can say that. He doesn't even know I'm writing a novel.
"My plans?" Stalling for time is always an option.
"How do you want to develop this year?" He doesn't shift his gaze from my face.
I take it "Finally get a driving license" is also out? How about "Work on my Middos"? Does that count as development?
I spend a hefty chunk of my day here, between four office walls. I shouldn't just be killing time, waiting to leave, to date, to write.
"I'd like more responsibility." I mumble. "And more opportunities for creativity."
Yeah that sounds passably professional.
Last year the answer I bit back was "Get married." I really should start preparing for these meetings.
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