bronze medal winner

the lady, who called me yesterday to tell me i did not get the interesting job – the first one i sort of would have wanted – she told me i came in a “good third” place.
i hated that.
reframe that: i won the bronze medal, guys! i imagine myself stepping on the third step of the winner’s podium to a huge uproar from the public. i came in third but i came in the moral winner. as i open the champagne people all want to drink from my bottle, all the sexy girls want to fuck me afterwards, because i played it fair, i was honest, i was cool, i was not desperate to win. i believed in the beauty of the game.
better a bronze medal than the leather one. [in switzerland we say gets a fourth place gets you a leather medal]

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Jan Zuppinger has been writing this blog since 2002. He likes to grow vegetables. He likes to eat them too. He has opinions on everything, but sadly no one cares. Jan Zuppinger is not joking, just joking, he is joking, just joking, he's not joking. *click.