My Heart Belongs to You {ON HOLD}

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I sipped my coffee as I circled the most appealing Job ads on the newspaper. Events. That’s what I’d specialized in. I actually wanted to become an event manager but that dream was a bit too far-fetched, I realized, once I had graduated. Every year, many graduate, in hopes of becoming rich and famous but only a few succeed. I know that we should think positive, but sometimes we also need to be realistic. So after one month of proper job hunting, I decided it was time I went for a lower position.

As I scanned the ads, I came to a stop at one particular ad. It was the most appealing of all. The trading company called Muzor was opening a branch in Whitvale and they would be hosting business meetings or parties every once in a while and they required people—event people. I circled it nearly fifty times before grabbing the phone and calling the number.

“Hello,” a very firm voice spoke.

“Hi,” I said in my most confident tone. “I’m Amy Wilson and this is regarding the ad in the newspaper.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Is the offer still open?” I asked, even though it was obvious.

“Yes. The interview is at 12 this noon. Please be dressed in formals and bring an upgraded CV with a photo along.”

“Thank you,” I said, hanging up.

I looked at the wall clock and it was only ten. I still had an hour so I quickly finished my coffee while I re-read the ad to make sure that I was going for the right job. Yes. They require event people. I couldn’t believe it. I have such a good feeling about this, I thought, as I took a shower and scrubbed every inch of my body especially my face.

After I was done, I went through my wardrobe and pulled out a white crisp shirt and black slacks. I slipped it on and buttoned up before pulling up the slacks. I then took out my coat and put it on. Well, I looked presentable and that’s all mattered. I, then, quickly put slight make up on my face that didn’t look too light or too dark. It was neutral and it did make my face look good. After I straightened my brown hair, I switched on my laptop to upgrade my CV.

And that’s when all my hopes shattered.

My work experience area was basically empty other than the volunteering jobs I had taken up at college. I had no experience in the events field at all. I started hyperventilating, wondering, what the hell I was going to do. I had to bluff, I knew that, but I hated lying—but at the same time it would probably be the only thing that would get me through. I mean, for my previous jobs, the first question they asked was-

“Do you have any past experiences in the event’s field?”

“No,” I said before adding, “But how will I get experience if I’m not given a shot at it?”

“True,” the interviewer said. “But this is for an event manager’s position you have applied for. If you have no experience then I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least have other positions?” I asked, pleadingly.

“No, I’m sorry. We require experienced people only.”

Well, that explains my hyperventilating, even though this wasn’t exactly a manager’s position I was applying for. So, half-heartedly I type out a fake job experience back in UK with some company’s name which I haven’t really worked for, and after that I go on google and type Muzor’s name. It’s always good to study about the company a bit before going for an interview.

As it turns out, Muzor’s Trading Co. is owned by a fifty-eight year old David Muzor and recently, half of the company was inherited by his twenty-six year old son, Sam Muzor. I didn’t bother reading much biography; instead, I skipped to the important details where they mentioned about events organized by the Muzor’s. It was considered their way of networking. As I skimmed through the pages, I realized, there wasn’t really anything much for me in it. I mean, I was going for an event’s job interview for god’s sake, not for some PR interview.