I don't make it a point to lie during job interviews, so when he asked me whether or not I was a team player, I said no. I told him that I have no problems working in groups but I prefer working alone because I perform better that way.
"Okay," he said. "You can start on monday. You'll be alone in the office. You like that, right?"
So today marks my second week at this part time job. It's not so bad, knowing it's temporary. I answer the phone (maximum of 2 calls in 8 hours), make spreadsheets, letters, etc. He leaves not later than 1pm and after that, I'm alone. Good thing I got a library card in the LA County Library so I'm never bored. The DSL isn't hooked up yet but I have my trusty sidekick and the radio.
As for a full-time job, well, I don't know anymore. I'm exhausted - interviewing with people who think I'm worth nothing with my degree. And the dirty, truly ugly offices. Oh god. The last interview was at an apartment complex with an almost opaque layer of mosquitoes (giant ones. The mosquitoes here are unbelievably large. Spindly, but large) and sad people. When Mr. Obnoxious asked me what I wrote for a certain magazine, I said that it was about body issues and I could bring my portfolio if he wanted.
"I don't have time to read."
"Ok. Well it was about body issues."
"So you were basically ranting."
"I was informing misled people."
"Ha ha"
Fuck you. Pinoy ka magtagalog ka. Kunyari ka pang may accent eh barok ka. Barok.
Before he brought me to the guy in charge, he looked at me disdainingly and barked, "Follow me." Ah pucha. I shut up. Baka sakaling ok naman yung office. I saw the guy in charge who was so unnecessarily arrogant. As was Mr. Obnoxious. Whenever the guy in charge made a quip, Mr.
Obnoxious just about hit his head on the table laughing, it was that fake. Ew. Ew ew ew. They hired me and told me to start today. Oh hell, no. Obviously, I didn't show up. I'm not giving up yet, though. I have a month (parents' deadline) and I might just strike gold. I have so much more stories to tell but my thumbs are tired. More when I'm on the laptop.
"Okay," he said. "You can start on monday. You'll be alone in the office. You like that, right?"
So today marks my second week at this part time job. It's not so bad, knowing it's temporary. I answer the phone (maximum of 2 calls in 8 hours), make spreadsheets, letters, etc. He leaves not later than 1pm and after that, I'm alone. Good thing I got a library card in the LA County Library so I'm never bored. The DSL isn't hooked up yet but I have my trusty sidekick and the radio.
As for a full-time job, well, I don't know anymore. I'm exhausted - interviewing with people who think I'm worth nothing with my degree. And the dirty, truly ugly offices. Oh god. The last interview was at an apartment complex with an almost opaque layer of mosquitoes (giant ones. The mosquitoes here are unbelievably large. Spindly, but large) and sad people. When Mr. Obnoxious asked me what I wrote for a certain magazine, I said that it was about body issues and I could bring my portfolio if he wanted.
"I don't have time to read."
"Ok. Well it was about body issues."
"So you were basically ranting."
"I was informing misled people."
"Ha ha"
Fuck you. Pinoy ka magtagalog ka. Kunyari ka pang may accent eh barok ka. Barok.
Before he brought me to the guy in charge, he looked at me disdainingly and barked, "Follow me." Ah pucha. I shut up. Baka sakaling ok naman yung office. I saw the guy in charge who was so unnecessarily arrogant. As was Mr. Obnoxious. Whenever the guy in charge made a quip, Mr.
Obnoxious just about hit his head on the table laughing, it was that fake. Ew. Ew ew ew. They hired me and told me to start today. Oh hell, no. Obviously, I didn't show up. I'm not giving up yet, though. I have a month (parents' deadline) and I might just strike gold. I have so much more stories to tell but my thumbs are tired. More when I'm on the laptop.
3 comments:
hey mika,
at least you're doing something, no matter how boring it sounds. you'll strike gold, i can feel it! i can ask martin to storm the heavens for you.
hey Mik, i'm still here and i believe na u'll find the job that's right for you. dont get so impatient, or else u'll end up with something you'll totally hate.
maybe you were sent there so you wouldn't be with me. so you won't be tempted to float around complaining why we're not princesses. (hahaha see how self-centered that was? everything HAS to be about me!)
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