My imaginary friend: Are you going to work?
Me: Of course.
My imaginary friend: But you’re not looking for a job in Mickey Mouse Land. Why?
Me: If I work in Mickey Mouse Land, I’ll start my own company.
My imaginary friend: If? Does that mean you might not work in Mickey Mouse Land?
Me: You have a big nose. Do you know that?
My imaginary friend: Okay… then at least tell me how you’re going to get the money to start a company.
Me: Some people owe me a large amount of money. If they pay me, I’ll be able to start it.
My imaginary friend: Again with the if? What if they don’t?
Me: Then I’ll leave Mickey Mouse Land and find a job somewhere else.
My imaginary friend: But if you’re ready to look for a job somewhere else, why not look for one here?
Me: Because what happened in the last company, what happened afterward in court, and what happened in every place I regularly visit will simply happen again in the next job.
My imaginary friend: Why do you care what happens? You’re the master of “it is what it is.”
Me: I’m also the master of keeping my dignity intact. If leaving is what it takes to preserve it, then—surprise—it is what it is.
My imaginary friend: Man, you’re being difficult.
Me: Of course. Take a number and stand in line, please.
