"That's my point," Mark says immediately, before he frowns, turning half to the side, almost as though he might have a set of notes in his hand that he can properly consult. (He doesn't.) He's grown accustomed to agreeing to people these days, to saying yes without even giving the questions real thought, the deposition the only great exception in the set. He's learned that that's what bureaucracy is, after all, and no matter what he may wish and hope to claim about facebook, the fact of the matter is that it's as much of a corporation as other companies. Not so much in that they're making profit. (They're not, really, although there's enough revenue that churns through that keeps all of them well-fed and cared for, so that no employee of the company really wants for anything.) But instead in that there are just too many employees for Mark to look completely after, for anyone to know everyone with a contract, and what that means is that connections, they matter. And how else do people deal with connections, other than make and break them, one after another until one has a staircase to success?
He shakes his head.
"No, wait, that's not my point. I didn't mean to say that variety's an important thing to me. To other people, yes, to you, certainly. But you know me, I'm perfectly happy wearing variations of the same outfit every day, even down to the same color if it didn't leave other people with the impression that I haven't changed clothes from day to day," Mark says as he casts the waitress a certain look, one that's contemplative, and curious in spite of himself. "What I actually mean to say that is the days of sushi and salad kind of leave you with the impression that it's not food anymore, all flash, no substance, the sort of thing that leaves you going to bed with an empty stomach. But a burger, that's substantial, gives you something to digest. You can gorge on a burger, easy. Sushi, not so much. It just leaves your tongue sour."
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Date: 2011-05-21 01:45 am (UTC)He shakes his head.
"No, wait, that's not my point. I didn't mean to say that variety's an important thing to me. To other people, yes, to you, certainly. But you know me, I'm perfectly happy wearing variations of the same outfit every day, even down to the same color if it didn't leave other people with the impression that I haven't changed clothes from day to day," Mark says as he casts the waitress a certain look, one that's contemplative, and curious in spite of himself. "What I actually mean to say that is the days of sushi and salad kind of leave you with the impression that it's not food anymore, all flash, no substance, the sort of thing that leaves you going to bed with an empty stomach. But a burger, that's substantial, gives you something to digest. You can gorge on a burger, easy. Sushi, not so much. It just leaves your tongue sour."