God'sGreatestRegret
Cursed from Birth
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- Sep 18, 2018
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Early this morning, I found myself in a room being interviewed for a receptionist job at a barber shop. The interviewer was a slim, Somalian Jay-Z lookalike in a shirt. There were a few other Somalis in the room.
The interviewer asks questions about my experience, so I tell him about my real-life experience doing admin. I didn’t prepare for the interview, so I was winging it. But he exclaims to himself like ‘Jesus Christ’ while writing notes. I tell him I enjoy customer service and having pleasurable conversations, sometimes its good to just listen.
Jay-Z offers me the job and I’m happy, the other people are happy too. A young lady says I’ll look good with a haircut while giggling to herself. I was so happy I finally found a job after all these months…
I wake up asking myself “Where’s the job?”
The interviewer asks questions about my experience, so I tell him about my real-life experience doing admin. I didn’t prepare for the interview, so I was winging it. But he exclaims to himself like ‘Jesus Christ’ while writing notes. I tell him I enjoy customer service and having pleasurable conversations, sometimes its good to just listen.
Jay-Z offers me the job and I’m happy, the other people are happy too. A young lady says I’ll look good with a haircut while giggling to herself. I was so happy I finally found a job after all these months…
I wake up asking myself “Where’s the job?”