OK…. still11th of Feb. 2014, the sun starts to leave the sky and the next process still crucial for me. Still, a little bit scared even though after a written exam and I’m so lucky that I passed that exam. I’m waiting for another interview and it was so funny how my imaginations are so far from the reality that happened that day. I was expecting a more senior type of a person, wearing something that tells respect me I have a position in this company type of wardrobe. Someone who’s one eyebrow raised up in every question that he/she will ask me, and someone doesn’t show any positive feedback after I get something right. Minutes passed when I’m having a difficulty syncing my expectations from reality, I was wrong, so wrong, wrong that made me feel better afterward.
I grew up in a family wherein I have only one sibling, a younger brother that I can’t perfectly go along with, and no big sissy to be close with and share problems with, can tell it to anyone that I can call big bro but men have a different point of view when it comes to sharing problem; that’s why there’s a part of me that want’s to know how does it feels like if I share thoughts to any ate that I can call. So the interviewer looks younger wearing simple clothes, and she talks in English very well and the most important part while we’re on the process, she converses with eyes that I can’t lie with; it was funny to think that what if this was my real ate, I can’t hide anything from her for sure because if I did, an eyebrow might raise and beat the crap out of me, hahahaha!! So there’s no way of lying and I had to be myself, scared of I’m becoming weird in front of the society, and say things that might screw me of getting a job or career that I want this job because it will help to communicate more, I must be me and it was so amazing that I didn’t have trouble showing the real me; wherein I always show my opposite side like I always show that I laugh at all things just to show that I’m happy most of the time. Maybe it was the longest span of time that I talk with a stranger, well maybe because I felt like someone’s listening to me when I’m talking and trying to understand the weird side of me, not only with the way I talk but also with the way I move or acts and reacts to some things around. I’m so happy when she said something about communication skills can be improved via process of training, that the company needs someone who can stay for the longest span of time wherein I can say that this is the right place for me and I need to give my best to serve if ever I passed through all the process. Few moments past and we’re done and the verdict was out, I passed but there’s another process of the interview to go through later; the final interview which will give me the ticket for the training phase.
It is one the happiest page of this book, it’s like I finally let out my troubles from my 5-6 months of depression like the situation of my life in just one conversation, wherein I was inspired to give more for the next interview. It was good to feel accepted for once and accepted means that I need to prove that I’m worthy of the choice that they’ve made. Thank you so much ate for that interview/ part counseling and to end this page, I’m so happy to write that I passed also the final interview on this log. 🙂 🙂
“I been with strangers all day and they treated me like family. I come in here to family and you treat me like a stranger.”
― August Wilson, The Piano Lesson