Are you prepared for it? (Continuation)

   

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   So the next day is here and it's time for the interview and you step into the hall for it. But then something odd is happening, this funny feeling in your stomach won't go away. You are asked the first question, a simple question but you can't provide any answer. The man on suit moves on and asks you a different answer and yet you fumble, a third question comes your way and you decide to answer this one and give the wrongest answer ever heard. You are asked to identify a machine that you clearly know but you just can't remember the name. What is happening to you? Is it the years of being out of practice? Or did your manager connive with your village people under these few hours to bring you down. Either way this interview is not going good at all.


The oral and practical part is over and it is time for you to do the theory part. So a pen and paper is dropped for you and instructions are laid out for you. They drop a question paper and at the stroke of 12 noon the 30 mins paper starts. First question looks familiar but you aren't able to wrap your brain around the answer so you skip it. The second one is the same thing and you skip it, this carries on for a while and number 11 is the first one you are confident about so you shade it. You go through the rest of the 60 questions and at the end you have shaded so few that your answer sheet looks like the drawing of an old lady that has lost some of her teeth. You are sweating profusely and soon the cuff linked end of your long sleeved shirt is soaked and stained brown. The once Ironed shirt is looking rumpled and that heavily air conditioned room is suddenly too stuffy for you. That is of course regardless that the invigilator is wearing a sleeveless sweater to protect himself from the cold in the room, but he must be an alien don't worry.
       The exams are finally over and you are told to wait in the hall room. You know yourself that you did not do well and you are wondering why they told you to wait. So after a while waiting, the examiner walks out with a huge smile on his face and tells you that he is sorry for the delay but that he would contact you as soon as they are ready. As you walk out of the door, you are confused about what just happened but you keep on going.


So later that evening just when you had managed to get your mind off things, a text comes into your phone. And as you read it you keep flashing back to what happened in the job you had quit.

    Dear sir, We are happy to inform you that we have finished reviewing your result. However...*Heart rate goes up and flashes of you standing outside your old office and waiting to be late on purpose*.....We regret to inform you that....*flashes of the back of your managers head*.....we cannot have you .....*flashes of the sack letter*.....In our company....*Flashes of the dirty slap you gave your manager*....We do not see you fit for the position you applied for....*intense headache and running stomach*....Thank you for applying and have a wonderful day ......*Big flash of your village people congratulating your manger on a job well done*. This last image is going to linger for a while so be prepared.


To be continued my beautiful people...