Day 99 – part 2 Sunday scribblings #188 - Interview
I turned around one last time to take a look in the mirror. This is the first job interview and I am nervous to the point of shaking; every hair has to be in place. i stands in front of the long mirror above the sinks, watching my appearance. then, I went back to the reception, waiting for my name to be called.
The interviewer looked up from the resume and she asked, "Jeremy?" I nodded. "Sit down Jeremy." The interviewer motioned to a leather armchair in front of his desk . "can I call you jerry. My cousin’s named is Jeremy, and he likes to be called jerry."
"it’s fine, if you love to call me jerry," I said.
"I see," she replied. she looked back down at the resume.
“well, jerry you didn't mention what college you attended. “ she asked.
“is it required?” I said.
“of course, if you need the job.” She replied.
”Why?“ I asked.
“ Don't ask questions. That's how the system works. “ she clarify.
“Why does it matter? I'm applying for... “ she interrupted me…
“Don't ask questions. “ irritated.
“ The college's name, Mr. Jerry.” She asked, with a high tone.
“Mindanao College of abbu sayyaf” I said.
“I've never heard about it. Are there...” she said.
“darling, It's in Mindanao, you know... with abu sayyaf on the hood..” my voice was a bit rude.
“any people still waiting outside?” she punched a button on the speaker-phone
“But I can show you my grades... or a sample of my work... or.. just give me a try…” i speak with a low tone.
“please bring the next applicant please “ talking to speaker phone.
“I can get some more information about the college, or... “ i continued, but she cut it.
“don’t let them wait please, where is the next applicant?!” she shouted.
“ I can call my college dean department “ my voice was harsh.
“This interview is over. You need a college to get the job.” shouting.
“ To be a Dishwasher? “ grrrrr.
I turned back and headed to the main door, I am upset, really, really upset.
"Madam, you don’t know how much this job means to me" i reached at the back of my pants, I pulled out a .357 Magnum and aimed it steadily at his forehead. "You will give me the job, Or I will pull the trigger?!” I am cool and smiling gracefully.
she smiled broadly showing her teeth. "I like your style, Jeremy. Congratulations. she leaned forward and hit the button on the speaker-phone. "Karen, politely tell the other prospective to fuck off. We have our man."
my mood: 1.9/10.
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