Job interviews 🙂
Walking slowly towards the elevator, Angie tried to put a smile on her face. She knew she wasn’t going to get the job. She knew that today’s interview is like last week’s interview. She knew deep inside that it wasn’t what she said or what her interviewer’s said, it was only herself who simply didn’t want to look for almost the same job she is currently performing at BUH (Beautiful University of Heaven). She felt that all those interviews are a waste of time or a good experience (depending on how she wanted to look at things: through the optimist eye or through the pessimist one).
She looked at herself in the mirror facing the elevator, and waited patiently for the elevator to open. She went in and hit the first floor. Once in the elevator, she looked up and found herself looking in another mirror. She felt weird and wished she had her camera with her. She even said to herself that she could have a great shot from this angle. She reached the first floor and the elevator’s door opened wide. She walked out and suddenly felt light and free… She could hear the birds singing and she could see the sun playing with the shadows. She walked towards the parking and got into her car, she even waved goodbye to the handsome man who helped her park her car two hours earlier.
Once in her car, she felt like laughing out loud. Have you ever felt like laughing like that? Have you ever felt like laughing like a little child in front of a fascinating scene ? (be it the sight of a colored bird, or in front of a beautiful sunset, or in front of a marvelous flower? Or simply for feeling good, thankful and grateful for every second and for every breath?) ….
She turned her radio on, put her favorite music CD in its compartment and clicked play. Suddenly she remembered a question she was invited to answer during the interview. It was the same question, she had to answer invariably every time she attended a job interview and which was : “why do you want to leave your current position at BUH?” In previous interviews she tried to repeat what she had heard many times and what she had read several other times, something like “expending my horizons, meeting new people, having more responsibilities and moving up on the ladder of success”. But these ideas didn’t seem to have an impact (or to convince) her interviewers. In another interview, she stated frankly why she wanted to leave, she said “I don’t have a window in my office”, and she got the chance to watch her interviewer – a very old lady – expanding her eyes in surprise, in disbelief and in wonder. She tried to explain what a window meant to her, but she didn’t feel that her interviewer was ready to listen; she simply felt that the old lady had already passed judgment on her and that she had already put her in a box. Angie felt that the old lady was dying to state loudly “what a window has to do with anything? Isn’t it enough for you to be in Heaven? What else do you need? Why do you want to leave Heaven? No one leaves Heaven. Stay in Heaven”.
Angie would have wanted to go into details and to explain that the notion of heaven is relative (like almost everything in life on this earth). She would have wanted to make it clear that what one person considers as heaven would be hell to another person and that what might suit a person wouldn’t necessarily suit another person. She would have wanted from the old lady to put herself in her shoe or at least to see the world as Angie is seeing it, but she didn’t add anything, she didn’t even smile.
In a subsequent interview, she tried to say something more concrete and more precise, she said, “ I want to leave my current position at BUH, because I have dreams and with my current salary I could never make my dreams come true.” And again she watched her interviewer, a middle aged woman, listening very carefully to what she was saying. Angie tried to explain that her dream was to buy a house, and that her current salary isn’t enough to pay the rent of her tiny apartment. She tried to explain that in extreme measures she might be able to buy a house, but it won’t be bigger than a matchbox. She tried to explain that she is willing to spend her entire life paying for the house and that she won’t probably get the chance to pay for anything else. The middle aged woman seemed oblivious.
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(By Zeina Gabriel)