pursuit

in lamentation for a hobby, i have begun a french class at my local community centre. no doubt my professional life (and one of those i do undoubtedly have) will benefit from this pursuit - this activity could foster the social contact i need to muster on the job to grease the .... rails to that brass ring my type are apparently forever seeking. come off as charming during those chatty social bookends of office-wide events/phenomena.

upon entering the large meeting room for the strategic planning session - see and greeting with: 'bonjour! comment ce va?'

charmed director replies: 'bonjour! je suis bien, merci. et tu?' - acknowledging our special association through the office's french lunch hour

you see, things don't really change after high school - after kindergarten, really. whoever has the best shit at this very moment wins. i mean wins at life in a philosophical way - assuming there's some sort of rank or grading system, and every social encounter is just a battle disguised as an exchange. as (david mamet? tom stoppard?) describes, talking is only a means of getting something. so when i make the investment of time and effort to make connections with others who can help me, i'm really paying my career forward.

or is this just called being a suck-up?