Post-Basketball Walking

I went to play basketball tonight. Played a few games and got really tired, and got my shirt soaked. Even though I was tired, I decided to walk home instead of taking the tram so I could cool down a bit. It’s still 84 degrees outside right now.

On a nice quiet walk at 11:00 in the evening after two-plus hours of basketball, a lot can go through one’s mind. Some people are getting off work. There are still a good number of buses. The hawkers who hang their wares on the metal gates of banks after they close are packing up. At the 3rd intersection, I see a matte-black and lowered Maserati zip onto the main drag. The exhaust note is incredible. I start thinking about the conversation I had earlier with my family, when I noted that people in Hong Kong are so rich that they can pay for exotic and luxury cars in cash. I’d been thinking about it since coming to Hong Kong, and it boggles my mind. Crossing the 4th intersection, I start thinking about a person’s value, an employee’s market value, and supply and demand. There is a hip-hop slang term: don’t hate the player, hate the game. Essentially, if someone on the market is willing to pay another person a large sum of money to do a certain job, the person doing the paying must feel that he or she is getting good value out of, and probably making even more money from, the transaction. Of course, that’s just assuming an owner of one of these cars has a high-paying job. He could be a savvy investor or an entrepreneur.

At the 5th intersection, since I am already thinking about jobs, I start thinking of my own situation. It’s not that I’m unwilling to work. I know that no matter what I end up doing, I’ll do a good job. It’s the matter of going through the process of matching myself up with a job that I don’t want to go through. There is an amount of guessing back and forth and negotiation between two parties with different interests. There is wearing a suit and tie in super hot weather. There’s also the selling part of it. Will how I do in an interview really reflect how I’m going to perform on the job? Throw me into a job and let me do my thing, that’s what I want. Sometimes, though, employers don’t even know what they want. I’ve seen job ads asking for people with 5 years experience, but then at the bottom it will say “fresh grads OK”. I start thinking about the dating game. I’m sure that a lot of people wouldn’t mind getting attached and being a good partner to someone, but of course they have to go through the process of finding that elusive right person. Dating and jobs, part of the fun of being a member of society.

I’m almost home when a red Ferrari 360 flies by. I’m out of thoughts. I look forward to seeing JC and taking a shower.

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