I was telling the Mr about my interview yesterday, at some realty office.
Him being away for the past week (well okay it was four days since Labour Day didn’t count, and then it was three days before that) on reservist meant that I had loads to tell him about.
As some of my fellow FaceBookers would know, I’ve been trying to keep myself company by going to the community library as well as indulging in a little shopping.
It was really a little. I only bought one makeup item (Maybelline’s Angelfit Blush in Cinnamon!!!), a few toiletries and that was it. How it summed up to $52, I do not know. Really.
So anyway, I was telling him about the interview I went for yesterday.
It went rather well except for the fact that I threw a silent bitchfit in front of the office when I realized that I had forgotten to bring my certificates along.
Really? Who does that?
Who else, but me.
So I put on a brave front and hoped that they, whoever the interviewers would be, would not ask.
Afterall, there have been so many who didn’t go beyond asking for references.
When it was my turn, I felt that I struck up a pretty neat conversation, selling myself rather well.
Note: It was only an administrative position.
However I must say, that when I did step into the office (I’ll only say it was in the Tanjong Pagar area), I didn’t quite feel up to it anymore. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that a staff had realized I’d come in for an interview, I would have left.
When I come to an interview, I am not the only one who desires to meet expectations.
I come in, holding expectations of the prospective employer as well.
If what I see around the office, is of amateurish design, somewhat temporary outlook,
and if I see a newly established Business Registration number listed, there’s not much faith to begin with.
And when a candidate explains her credentials, you don’t ask her..
“Are you sure you got an A1 in English for your O levels?” (Note: No, I am not bragging.)
I am very sure I took in such a sharp breath, it was audible enough for both interviewers to hear.
Yes, I got an A1 for my O levels. And an A2 in Malay. (It’s a Malaysian-based firm, hence they asked. Yes I know, AGAIN.)
And yes, I covered Techniques of Professional Speaking & Writing during my certification for Mass Communications, hence my confidence in professional correspondence and drafting of contracts. Hell, I can even proof-read.
I mean, if I even offered to email over scanned copies of my certificates, it must count for something genuine right?
But such a question just put me off man.
Am I sure?
Hell no, I’m pretty sure Cambridge made a mistake there, let me just go home and check again and see if I’ve been deluding myself for the past 8 years.. (-_-)”
WHAT THE HELL MAN.
Anyway,
they told me I did rather well and they might consider calling me back for a second interview.
I am no fool.
I looked at the faces of the previous candidates and they looked disinterested too.
And to work in such a shainty shacked-up place?
It’s alright, I’ll pass.
I wanna work for someone who would actually look like they’d pay me my due salary, and due respect.
I don’t work for people who undermine my capabilities.
Respect is mutual, yes?
Oh, and I nearly forgot. I so easily digress.
So I was going on and on about it to the Mr, and his reaction?
“Turn them down, I know they will get back to you and schedule another interview. But turn them down. I can’t quite imagine what sort of manners they would have to say such a thing.. And you don’t need employers like that. People are hired for what they can do. It speaks volumes of how they will treat you in the future. Besides, I still earn enough for the both of us.”
Wow,
that was rather touching. Like, seriously, awwwwwwwwwwwwww-material.
The last time he said that too was when I was working for that crazed SPG-wife of an ang moh boss in that headhunting firm. Because I came home crying almost everyday, overworked and frustrated.
So anyway, yes, I am very touched today that my fiance is adamant on me sticking it out for something I would be comfortable with. He doesn’t want me to be half-hearted from day one.
That said, of course it’s very sweet to hear, and I know despite the economic crisis I should perhaps be a little lenient on the job search, but I hate job-hopping and am definitely not looking forward to short unhappy stints.
So yes, a little while longer,
but in the meantime, at least I can go to sleep in peace knowing that I am still not tearing my pockets out,
have got my wedding still on tracks,
and yes, my family and fiance does not hold it against me to start working my ass off … yet.
It would be very nice if ICA or Customs replied to me within this point of time. The very thought of being in uniform again appeals to me. That, and having a safe and stable job for me.. the wife-to-be.
Mother-to-be? I shall not get started on National Geographic’s In The Womb documentary yet!
I am severely traumatised. 
