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3.interview

I cleaned my self to the best that I could and, I'm now fifteen minutes late.

I asked security for directions when I got there my jaw nearly dropped to the floor, did it even matter if I was late?..

The place was packed with girls around my age, all in similar formal attire, holding onto number cards.

Does it really make sense for me to try, comparing how derailed I look to their neatness and organization I know I won't make the cut, right back dung a Veer mi a reach dis evening, I thought and sighed.

I took a number and sat in the chair, saying a silent prayer as I waited my turn, but the line hasn't moved and I noticed some girls saying the interviewer isn't here as yet.

Jamaicans really nuh know time enuh?

After some time all chatter seized I smelt very expensive cologne and three, exquisite looking individuals walked in, they radiated with power and overall wealth.

" sis I'm not gonna quit my job being a Manager of one of the biggest Call centers in Jamaica to be your assistant, yuh mad?" The shorter of the two ladies spoke.

The other one rolled her eyes before responding " the girl quit pan mi last minute and gone back a Korea" she pleaded but the other one was not having it.

I realized the taller one was the lady that bumped into me not too long ago.

The third person, seemed tall but his face was barely visible seeing that he had on a hoodie in this scorching hot time .

The person was only skimming through his phone, his hand looks pale, goodly a bleach.

The short one ended their conversation briefly and stepped out " Sorry to keep all of you waiting for such a long time, I deeply apologize, the interview will commence as of now, number one?" The first girl got up fixing her pencil skirt and went into the room up front.

My number was thirty two, so I knew I had a lot of time.

I thought wrong, in no time I was next, the interviewer really knows what she's looking for to fill the ten positions, four spots are still left and I pray I get accepted.

" thirty- two!"

I sprang to my feet and used my cardigan to cover the coffee stain on my blouse.

In the middle of explaining why I should get the job I was so rudely interrupted by the hoodie guy flashing his hands after closing the door behind me.

The water splashes went on my face and I released a frustrated breath.

The interviewer gave me apologetic eyes. He only looked at me and I stared right back.

He looks cute, I always find Korean or Asian guys on a whole cute and whatever but dis yah bombo ole yah look scary as f*ck.

I looked away and he looked at the lady who spilled coffee on me who was way in the back sitting on the long couch.

"eomma baegopeunde uli eonje chulbalhaeyo?" he spoke in Korean. The frigga goodly a chat mi.

( mom , I'm hungry, when are we leaving?)

"waseo naleul meog-eola" the lady answered and hissed her teeth. Yeah angle him, cause weh him a chat mi fah?

( come eat me).

The interviewer stopped me from continuing " listen hun, you seem really nice,but you have no experience and you are over qualified " she skimmed through the papers again.

This is one thing I hate about these companies, where are we suppose to get experience from if not one of them employ inexperienced workers??

" the job you are applying for would be much less paying than what you could get with your level and we do not have a job offer as such as the moment like.... a HR or so, ..also we are looking for someone who can sign a six month contract, despite what was said on the poster about temporary workers, that was a mistake, and it says here you're only available for two months?" I nodded and she gave me a little smile.

" sweety , I'm sorry but- " she shook her head telling me the answer already.

"hun,you shouldn't even be here right now, try a modeling agency ,you are gorgeous" she gushed over me.

I sighed but still held a smile on my face.

" that's okay and thank you" I felt my eyes burning and my throat becoming dry.

Everything mi bawl fah.

I hurried out the building not evening minding my surroundings.

I came back to reality when I felt someone pat my shoulder.

I turned around after wiping my eyes" yes?" I saw it was the tall lady.

" Ma'am please , I already said it was okay-"

wamn to deh lady yah Mon, mi nuh mean no disrespect but mi literally just get turned down from an interview, she cyaah tek a hint?

" umm, I was wondering if you would e down to do a Assistant job, I saw how you're interview just went, its not much work and I'll pay good and you can work for just the two months, just please contact me" she practically shoved a card in my hand before walking away.

byeeeeeeee